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Stagflation references
You need to provide references for your recent additions to Stagflation, or they will be reverted. ∞ΣɛÞ² (τ 03:43, 22 June 2007 (UTC)

Dear Eeg, First, "duly noted," and it has been on my mind since an earlier flag appeared. My effort at footnoting ran amuck when I was simply stumped by the wall which kept me from doing it. I shall shortly dedicate my efforts to better learning the Wiki-methodology and hold back on contributions until I am on top of that. For example, when the WSJ (Wall Street Journal) reports a press release from the National Home Builders Association, ("NHBA",)I would assume that correctness would require me to navigate to the NHBA website for the proper reference Am I correct? I will try the signature thing with this message. ExecTaxes 16:19, 22 June 2007 (UTC)

Dear Eeg, A follow up after providing some references: RE: "Policy bind" which was in the top section before I ever made the first change. I reused it in a lower section, thinking that it was a Wiki-defined term because it was in color, only to find today that it is "Wiki-undefined". I do not want to attempt to define it, and wait until you see what follows! At this point [under your scrutiny] I hesitate to replace it with "dimemma" but that seems appropriate. In fact, the Webster's (AOL ONline) definition of dilemma actually uses the term "interest rates" and the very parameters of stagflation to define "dilemma." This passage below is an exact copy and paste, right through. Roger ExecTaxes 23:53, 22 June 2007 (UTC) Pardon this use of copyrighted material in my note to you!

Main Entry: di·lem·ma Function: noun Pronunciation: d&-'le-m& also dī- Etymology: Late Latin, from Late Greek dilemmat-, dilemma, probably back-formation from Greek dilemmatos involving two assumptions, from di- + lemmat-, lemma assumption -- more at LEMMA 1 : an argument presenting two or more equally conclusive alternatives against an opponent 2 a : a usually undesirable or unpleasant choice 


 * First off, my name isn't Natalie; it's Eep. Second, you'll want to learn about Verifiability or your contributions will continue to be reverted. ∞ΣɛÞ² (τ 05:03, 23 June 2007 (UTC)

Dear Eeg, My apologies. If you look at recent history, EVERY contribution I have made since your first comment has been to add references. Second, your position of authority with regard to the matters you mention I do not question. My respect for Wiki is held high. The verifiability standards will be my parallel study. Thank you. Third, inasmuch as Webster's practically uses the parameters of stagflation to describe dilemma, I will go forth with that change about which I asked. Frankly, to undo that contribution would be to substitute the undefined phrase "policy bind" for the word "dilemma" with reference that truly cross ties stagflation with the root meaning of dilemma. Finally, there is a point here that urges to come through the defionition of Stagflation. The point, as Webster's clearly acknowledges, is that in Stagflation, there are no moves. Stuck. Hands tied. Furthermore, as this particular matter is of great interest to students, academia and the broader students of life since it can so violently impact the ability of a family to be fed and clothed, keen eyes and the kleig light of acurate phraseology in a niche of economics so seldom seen studied, I urge you to step back a moment and give deeper thought and consideration to silencing the voice of this veteran of many efforts within and without the United Staes Government with regard to the specific matters discussed. "The Present" seldom lands within the bounds of any Wiki definition, yet the PRESENT is indeed a noble heading within stagflation: Stagflation Worries In The Present is prpoperly a place where the well-tuned observers SHOULD offer the explanations which CORRECTLY tie together aspects which are nowhere else in the world put together so well. I praise Wiki. Please don't hobble it here. Thank you. ExecTaxes 17:40, 23 June 2007 (UTC)


 * "Eep", not "Eeg". You have not added references; you've just added links to other articles--that isn't referencing. Again, see WP:Verifiability. And, you'll note, that I haven't reverted any of your edits--I'm simply giving you a "friendly" heads up. ∞ΣɛÞ² (τ 22:06, 23 June 2007 (UTC)

Dear Eep, In respect I think I will simply "back off." My expertise is economics, domestic and international, macro and micro. Perhaps after this current round of economic "jolts" runs its course by Labor Day, I can turn my attention to the technical aspects that are important here. In the meantime, "Thank you," and thank you again for allowing those changes I've initiated to remain. Other economists, perhaps still at the study phase, seem to enjoy the fact that much has been added which fills out the vital significance of stagflation. In fact the statement of the Federal (Reserve) Open Market Committee yesterday shows how much the Federal Reserve has this grave danger on its collective mind. This section now does capture the true meaning and deadly significance of stagflation, albeit there is but a one-ine reference to the gloomy prospect of something we have never before encountered - global stagflation. You are fair. Again, thanks. With warm regards, Roger ExecTaxes 15:26, 29 June 2007 (UTC)

Original Research, and a gentle reminder
You have to remember that Wikipedia has a policy that this is not a venue for Original Research of any kind. Our goal is to provide a properly cited accumulation of verifiable information. It appears to me that much of what you've been trying to contribute is in the nature of Original Research (with a side order of current events, also deprecated), which is why you are encountering what appears to be a lack of hospitality towards your expertise and experience. -- Orange Mike 14:18, 22 August 2007 (UTC) (Also: Please sign your name on talk pages using four tildes (~); this will automatically produce your name and the date.)


 * The name "Gentle Mike" suits you every bit as well as Orange Mike. Thanks.  I really "got it" this time. ExecTaxes 19:11, 4 September 2007 (UTC)


 * Well, I am a Quaker; firm but gentle in admonishment. Peace be with thee. -- Orange Mike 21:40, 4 September 2007 (UTC)


 * Dear Mike, gentle Mike,

I saw that you were a Quaker the back on the 4th when I checked into "Orange Mike." When I returned to your page, I noted that you list it at the top. I hold people in high regard who hold their religious affiliation in high regard, and that goes exponentially for someone such as yourself who has so many other substantial affiliations.

I also noted that Cherokee blood flows through your veins, which leads me to share my Cherokee affiliation. It goes back to 1983, when I met Kee-Too-Wah, a Cherokee medicine man living in Santa Rosa, California, using the Anglo Name "Doc Burrows."

Kee-Too-Wah was famous in California New Age spiritual circles following an incident/event at Mt. Shasta, California.

Mt. Shasta is a mostly dormant volcano, but some years before I met him, Mt. Shasta began shaking in the manner of a 'dormantless' volcano -- one about to erupt.

Then as now, the town of Mt. Shasta was a Mecca for New Agers and alternative religions, and even the town fathers were hip in that manner.

Consequently, the Mayor contacted the then-famous Cherokee medicine man Rolling Thunder to come and quell the disturbance. (Mike, I have to tell this the Cherokee way, which means the full story, nothing left out, so I'm allocating the time, and you may want to put this aside until your Cherokee innards draw you back.)

To hear the story from Kee-Too-Wah, Rolling Thunder was described like this:

Rolling Thunder arrived with his entourage, and they did their fullest complete set of cewremonies with all pomp and circumstance which Rolling Thunder so loved, but the mountain continued to shake.

When Rolling Thunder left he gave the Mayor a slip of paper with Kee-Too-Wah's telephone number on it.

What Kee-Too-Wah described from here I share exactly as he told it.

When he got that call, he locked up his house, dropped off his cat with a neighbor, filled his car with gasoline and went to the place where he "took" sage.

There he took one stalk of sage from the east, one stalk of sage from the south, one stalk of sage from the west, and one stalk of sage from the north, and drove directly up to Mt. Shasta.

When he "got" to the place he liked to go to on Mt. Shasta he placed those four stalks of sage around him in each of the four directions and just sat there.

Some time later he came down the mountain and went to see the Mayor.

He told the Mayor that the construction work for ski lifts then being installed was disturbing the mountain and that if it were to stop, the mountain would stop shaking.

The Mayor stopped the construction of the ski lift and the mountain stopped shaking.

When I was there in the late Eighties (frequently) some of the old abandoned posts for a ski lift remained.

I've heard that a new ski lift may have gone in since. My guess would be that it was put in with far less disturbance, for I doubt that it was the ski lift itself but the construction which was causing the problem.

Well, there's a whole lot more to the story.

It seems that Kee-Too-Wah's son, nephews, other relatives, other Cherokee, and even other seekers simply lacked the patience to let the old man tell his teachings through his stories, Cherokee style and his special very slow way.

And, he was getting old.

I could sit there for hours and just listen.

Eventually he shared the kernel that was beneath all he knew.

Mike, it was as simple as pie.

Bear in mind the very first part. Kee-Too-Wah was at the other end of the spectrum from Rolling Thunder, who liked to have his name out there and held high.

Kee-Too-Wah didn't have much patience with people. If he was telling a story and someone interrupted him with a question (I have seen this happen.), he would give a "Yes" or a "No" and change the subject, not to return to it.

Hence, the kernel:

"If you get the call, know that you can do it."

It was some years later I was traveling in the region of the Petrified Forest and my trip took me to Snowflake and Taylor, Arizona. I was with a friend, and on an obscure side road called Cattle Road my friend saw a sign on an old picket fence. "Fresh eggs - Health Food."

We went in and met the proprietor, another old famous Cherokee medicine man, War Eagle, who lived there using the Anglo name "Andy Scott."

His fame came from taking two court cases to the U. S. Supreme Court, one on behalf of the Diné people (Navajo) to keep peyote legal and the other to stop the State of Arizona from putting a sales tax on certain forms of medications.

I was a repeat listener to him, as I had been with Kee-Too-Wah, for back then I was a committed seeker and maybe even an apprentice Cherokee medicine man, although I didn't know for sure, of course.

Since returning from Viet Nam in 1969 my quest was to all the spectrum of New Age possibilities, and thus my trips from the Washington, DC, area to the desert southwest coincided with the solstices and equinoxes, which put me there often, and subsequently a lady from Snowflake, Arizona, the neighboring town, became my partner in life for a few years, and while we lived back here with her two children, her long-time desert connections took us west with even greater frequency.

One day War Eagle said to me, "You know, in the old tradition the last step to becoming a Cherokee medicine man was to sit out where rattlesnakes are known to come and let yourself get 'bit'."

I had been very serious into yoga and meditation since the early Seventies. I trusted War Eagle. I figured if it could be done, I could do it.

War Eagle went on to say that from the venom and what you go through, you get your vision of what your medicine is 'for'.

Well, my lady friend was part of the desert community of hippies who had settled around the Mormon town of Snowflake, and there were many families with children. Of the entire area there was one place so known for rattlesnakes that children were brought up with the admonition, "Never play in that area where Don deLeonardo dumped all those dump truck loads of big rocks to make a back way out of his place because it is filled with rattlesnakes."

The desert of the Anasazi Valley is known for its violent washes that easily wash out a road crossing them, and the county road commission was equally well known for being slow to fix the roads out in the desert community where all the hippies had settled.

Don had a dump truck, and he had dumped perhaps a hundred loads of big rocks to make a steeply inclined road from the mesa floor where his family lived up to the top of the adjacent mesa, perhaps sixteen feet above.

It was there where I "sat out" and for days.

I never did see a rattlesnake and eventually I drove back east, dejected.

Some time later I was out there for one of those solstice/equinox trips, and I dropped in on War Eagle to confirm that my destiny did not include becoming a Cherokee medicine man.

When I told him that story, and he made his comment I will never forget his words. "Guess you better do it again then."

Drawing on astrology, I elected to return on exactly the anniversary of my first 'sit out', but to a different spot. I am not a Quaker, and it came through over those days while I waited to get 'bit'. Before I left I had been yelling at the rattlesnakes for at least a day, even calling them names to taunt them to bit me and get it over with!

I didn't know, but somehow I had a sense that they might have found me too objectionable to go near, much less bite.

Jack Moore had built an elaborate adobe house way back in the Anasazi Valley, and he and Sue had raised three kids there.

Sue assured me that there was a spot behind her house where there were dozens of rattlesnakes, always. (The desert community was fascinated with this exercise with a curiosity not at all linked to seeing me survive it, although this does not apply to Sue Moore even a little.)

That was to be my new destination.

Waterbird Earings work there way into the story right here, for well over a year earlier I had made arrangements with a Gallup, New Mexico pawnbroker/jewelry store operator to accept a pair the next time an Indian came in to pawn them, even though it was considered hugely 'bad luck' to do so. On each of my solstice/equinox trips in the intervening years I had made it a point to shop at his store, buy something every time, and always inquire after the Waterbird Earrings I sought. I went so far as to promise that if he took a pair in, I would hop in my vehicle and head west the day he called so that he wouldn't have them in his shop more than a day or two.

On that trip west for the anniversary 'sit out' I made such a stop, and the pawn broker greeted me with, "You certainly made good time."

It turned out that after I left he had called my home and left the message that he had the earrings.

He sold them to me for what he had paid the Indian woman, fifteen dollars.

It's funny, Mike, telling this story, it all seems as clear as if it were yesterday, even though it was 1990.

From the time I left Gallup with the Waterbird Earrings tucked in a small paper sack with some of the smoke mix I bought from an acquaintance who ran a trading post in Gallup, a Zuni medicine man who crafted his own meditation smoke mix, a thunderstorm seemed to be following me around.

I didn't head straight to the Anasazi Valley, however, because a Hopi lady, Mary Talas Ward, who lived in Winslow, Arizona, had made a set of huge Hopi bowls on a custom order, and she had also called to say they were ready. I needed to pick them up. Well, the thunderstorm was in the Winslow area when I was there, and when I headed east for the turnoff to Snowflake and the Anasazi Valley, it was there, with me again, now coming east. (You will see how this ties in after a bit.)

Now entering the story is my then-"new" rig, a 1976 Jeep Wagoneer which had just been fitted out by a medicine man living up on the Navajo Reservation with his Navajo wife. He was a retired Navy Chief, tough as nails, a guy who in the Navy was the one who went over board while a destroyer was moving at flank speed if the sonar equipment under the hull of the ship needed replacement, and he had done so in those circumstances, he had said, and I believed him. He was that tough. After Viet Nam he became the "Road Chief" for Don Garlits, the famous drag racer. The engines were built in the machine shop back in Florida, and on the road they traveled with many fully configured engine blockss, cylinder ehads, and GMC superchargers. It was Sean Cleary's task to make sure that every morning the dragster had a good engine in it with a good supercharger on top, put together correctly.

By blood Sean was half Potawattomie Indian and half Jewish. He was a very serious man.

Sean built a custom engine for that Jeep which had had a bad habit of blowing up engines, since it was outfitted with oversize tires to ride somewhat high over rough terrain, and the standard engine simply lacked sufficient torque to survive very long.

Yes, Mike, all this ties in.

You'll see.

It was a 350 cubic inch Chevrolet engine, but an unusual casting, very heavy duty for commercial use and had four bolts for each main bearing cap, not the normal two. Sean pointed out that there was a dipstick casting on both sides of the engine block, the hallmark of a commercial engine which might have the destiny of running, for example, a generator on an offshore oil rig. It was built to run 24 hours a day.

He was very proud of the engine when he brought it back East to stay with us and install it in my Jeep.

It had a steel billet crankshaft, forged pistons, cast iron rings, a "3/4 RV" camshaft, (which gave it low-end torque and high-end horsepower,) hydraulic roller-tappet lifters, the cylinder heads as well as the intake and exhaust manifolds were "ported and polished", and at my request, it was a low compression engine, since the rig was designed to be able to cross Mexico enroute to Guatemala, should ceremonial requirements make such a demand. (Mexico was well known for its low octane gasoline.)

Sean's contribution, since he lived in the desert and knew how the fine dust of the desert could damage ruin a good engine, was a special six-inch-tall air cleaner.

Alas, to fit the engine with that air cleaner under the hood of that 1976 Jeep Wagoneer, Sean had to set the engine in a bit lower than design.

Hence the ultimate trouble, which will lead us to the punch line.

There was quite a wash enroute to Jack Moore's place. It is perhaps twenty-five feet wide. At each crossing there's a cut in the embankment, a drive down to the level at the bottom, followed by a drive back up the other side.

Also, in the middle of the twenty-five foot wide flat area there's a six-foot-wide stretch where lighter rains run through the wash, about six inches deeper than the flat.

It was my maiden voyage in that Jeep. I was driving a bit too fast, which I had okayed in my own mind, since this entire trip was to be a road test of the Jeep's ability, and there could be surprises in the road going south into Central America, so it made sense to me at the time.

When I made my first crossing of the wash, it was the six-inch rise on the other side of that six-foot section where the lighter rains ran that did it, although I didn't know what had happened at the time.

All I knew was that while the engine was running fine, no power went to the rear wheels, and smoke was rising from under the hood. It was not precipitating when I made that frist crossing.

I rolled a smoke and gave the matter some thought.

I determined that nothing was going to stop me, even though there were some miles to go on foot.

By the time I finished that smoke it was hailing furiously, even though it was summer.

The white of the hail filled the impressions in the desert sand, and the desert floor was half white, half sand.

(Ultimately I was to learn that the front axle had popped up when I hit that six-inch rise, severing the tiny metal pipelines taking automatic transmission fluid to and from the radiator to keep the transmission from overheating.)

I proceeded on foot to the corner where the fence line turned again toward the wash, and headed that way. When I reached the wash, it was running, the full width -- all twenty-five feet wide. It was running fast. I'd spy a piece of wood on the surface and count, "One thousand one, one thousand two...." and at that point the piece of wood had gone past me. Thirty or so feet in two seconds; 15 feet per second. That's about ten miles per hour.

I decided to cross, for I was on a quest -- no turning back half-heartedly.

To maintain stability in that raging wash I walked in a wide plié-like manner which resembled the stance of a sumo wrestler, i suppose, which was sufficient until I reached the central band, six feet wide and six inches deeper. There, each time I went to put weight on the advancing leg, I felt that I was about to be swept away and would withdraw the advancing foot to maintain my stability. I attempted a number of times, even trying with the alternate leg moving ahead first, all with the same result.

Adjacent to the crossing was that fence line.

There was a strand of the barbed wire at shoulder height in my crouch and I grabbed it.

Four times I stepped forward into that deeper water, each time advancing my hand by four-to-six inches so that it grabbed between the next set of barbs.

On the fourth step lightning hit the fence.

To me the lightning flash (in my mind) must have lasted fifteen seconds, it seemed. The lightning bolt went from the fence to a cloud ahead of me and to the right. At first it held the shape of a "7"; by the time it ended it held the shape of an up-side-down "7", with the extension coming down way to my left then cutting back to the fence.

At that point I felt about to pass out and I drew a very, very deep inhale from the foundation of my diaphragm.

It turns out that a desert family saw the whole thing from their parked car, for they had rushed to the side of my wash to assist in my rescue, had it been necessary.

Much time passed before I was to see War Eagle again, for the damage to my system (rom what I was to learn was 2,400 volts reaching me) was enormously debilitating and quite damaging.

(My “doctor” at the time and ongoing is T.K.Dao, the noted herbalogist and iridologist. It happened that while I was at his home hear Show Low, Arizona, an Arizona Power lineman was working in the area.  When I reported that during the electrical shock it was as if I was watching everything through the stable view of the viewfinder of a camera on a tripod, he immediately said, “That’s about 2,400 volts.”)

When I did get to Taylor, Arizona, to see War eagle again, again I was dejected because I felt rejected.

He began with, “You know we consider lightning to be the grandfather of the rattlesnake.”

I learned I had made it; I was a Cherokee medicine man.

There was more he shared, but this is not supposed to be a “puff piece”.

I’m simply sharing my Cherokee roots.

Take care,

RogerExecTaxes 15:58, 11 September 2007 (UTC)

Cranial osteopathy
I can't really help on this one. My opinions on this and related matters are too strong to make me a good editor here. -- Orange Mike  |  Talk  13:43, 4 February 2008 (UTC)

Requesting your input at WikiProject Economics/Featured Article drive
Since you are a member of WikiProject Economics, I would like to direct your attention to WikiProject Economics/Featured Article drive. We are currently deciding on an economics-related article to bring to Featured Article status and we would like your input. Thanks! Gary King ( talk ) 14:43, 12 May 2008 (UTC)

"ahoy" entry
Hi, you were editing the ahoy entry the other day. I did very extensive research on the history and meanings of ahoy/ahoj/ahoi for the German wikipedia edition []. Sadly my bad English skills don't allow me to contribute to the English edition. But - if I would give you a rough translation for a more sophisticated ahoy entry than it is now - would you be interested in editing it? Dietmar


 * Hi, Dietmar, and warm greetings to you. Yes, I would enjoy this.  I am just back from a working vacation in Jamaica -- re-introducing yoga to my ninety-year-old mom.  I am recently emerged from my busy season (preparing U.S. income taxes for millionaires and keeping them advised about the current threat(s) to the global financial situation.)  And my wife and I are shortly to launch a followup to her first volume regarding yoga.  Having said all that, my wife lived and worked in the Czech Republic for over five years and it was she who introduced me to that history on the word.  Having said all that I am honored you asked, although I am relatively unskilled at Wiki workings. -RogerExecTaxes (talk) 17:34, 22 May 2008 (UTC)

Proposed deletion of Amerinda Church


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Also proposed deletion of Amerinda, for the same reasons (and also because it appears to be a dictionary definition and not an article). snigbrook (talk) 16:25, 17 August 2009 (UTC)


 * Your points are well received. Frankly, I too thought it might be a bit "early" to put this here, cart ahead of the horse, so to speak. I've worked too closely on some other Wikipedia projects to disrespect the Wikipedia process. You're certainly right on the "dictionary" comment, for I put it there a bit as a "dictionary". Never mind that Wikipedia is my dictionary of choice for true emaning and depth when I want to hunt for it. Rather than attempt to debate, I'll simply leave you with thse words and see. Thanks! ExecTaxes (talk) 23:20, 17 August 2009 (UTC)

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 * IT'S NOT OUR WAY TO DEBATE OR ARGUE. Apparently you corrected the &lt;ref> error which was over my head, for the link to our website now shows as a reference. I must therefore assume that you are aware of the theosophy as well as the service, since it is all laid out on the website. Hence as someone far more familiar with the "Rules of Wikipedia" that I, having familiarized yourself with all that, you have made a decision. It seems to me that whatever else I might add would be redundant. FYI: We decided to make a very short entry in Wikipedia, rather than something complex and far reaching. Inasmuch as these will be the words that go down with the article, let me simply add one thing: As "Bowlism" and as the name evolved, "The Amerinda Church", there has now come into being a picture which shows a coherent whole, inclusive of all major religions -- from Sikhism to the New Age. For all the bast, ~

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