Who knew that within 32 hours of leaving Virginia Beach to meet a Taino Spiritual Leader & Keeper of the Mayan Calendar, and a visiting Mayan Spiritual Leader in Pittsburgh, our film crew would experience 88 degree heat, torrential rains, heavy winds, snow, and Hawk – the Shawnee Human Pet of Thunder and Lightning – Sacred Black and White Buffalos living at Nemacolin Woodlands Resort in Farmington, Pennsylvania?

My Brother, Richard, and I were joined by Crew Members Brandon Cordon, Colin Heath, and Tony Holobyte to interview Taino Spiritual Leader Miguel Sague, and Antonio Telesforo. The purpose was to gain insights into the ancient secrets of the Mayan calendar. Our interview was far-ranging, and specific. Sague explained many things regarding the calendar, its cycles, and prophecies. Telesforo told stories from his traditional community while Sague translated the Guatamalan Maya tongue. Both had gentle, yet powerful messages of respect, intended for people of North America and the World.

Before wrapping, our crew was honored with a traditional fire ceremony lead by these authentic bearers of the millennial prophecy at a former U.S. military surface-to-air missile base – now Council of Three Rivers American Indian Center in PA.

The night before, I had received a call from my daughter while she was lying on a Houston street. “Dad, I’ve been hit by a car.” My heart stopped. I had gone from a feeling of great joy to my darkest fear. Over the course of the next couple of hours, my cousin, Steve, and his fiance, Leslie (God bless them, they happened to live there, and beat the ambulance to the hospital), took care of their cousin, and made sure she was all right. Hannah ended up perfectly fine with only minor injuries. This was doubly amazing, because in Hannah’s 21 years – she could not even remember the one time she met her cousin at a family function when she was a baby, and had just reacquainted less than 24 hours earlier.

And so, with this wild night behind me, our wild ride of yesterday began. Before it would end, with a shooting star punctuating a spoken prayer, “Hantu Yo Toca Hey” (clear a way in a holy way) at 4:41 a.m. this morning on I-295 just outside of Richmond, we had come face-to-face with Lightning and Thunder. These are not the weather anomalies we experienced on the way North and West – though we certainly experienced them on the way – these are the two sacred white and black buffalos in Farmington.

We left the Pittsburgh hotel yesterday morning, and picked our Ambassadors of Mayan culture and heritage at a McDonald’s; “Hey,” noted Sague, “they have free wi-fi.”

Miguel, with an interesting blend of casual, by-the-way, and an animated you should know this, began placing a call to his friend to arrange for a meeting. By the time our interviews, and fire ceremonies were completed in the snow – it became a race with the remaining daylight to meet Hawk, gain wisdom, and experience the sacred. Along this 130-mile trek back South and West the weather broke, the clouds dispersed, and we were treated to a sunset introduction to Hawk, S’unka (the superdog), and an unblemished, genetically pure white buffalo.

Meeting the gaze, and ooking into the dark eyes of these beautiful beings was beyond moving. The only prayers I could think to offer at this time were of gratitude and thanks – for this sacred gift, the gift of my daughter’s safety and well-being, and for the gift of people I love both near and far.

They have five acres to roam in protection said their Guardian, Keeper, and “Human Pet,” Hawk, of Shawnee and Doogh Hit’an origin. As we approached the Eastern side of their hill, he continued, “They will let you know if they wish to see you or yank your chain (playfully) and run to the Western Side. As we rounded the slope – there they stood – peacefully, and with a simple majesty. There was protective double-fencing; more to keep people at a safe distance rather than to pen them in.

The evening ended with a straight-talking, and sometimes hillarious impromptu interview with Hawk, over coffee, cookies and another most sacred gift.

So time to get some rest, and meditate on the last 44 hours. Time to reflect on experiencing fear and joy, fire, ice, water, wind, Earth, North, East, West and South – Thunder and Lightning.