Often I go to Kennesaw Mountain near my home. I climb to the top where I can see the various cities for miles and miles. For some reason, I feel close to God there. I pray and meditate. In my past life dreams, I speak an Indian dialect. In waking life I cannot speak or understand the language. On occassion, I have remembered a few words in the dreams and wrote them down. I have then asked my Indian friends what the words mean. They say it is Hindi and tell me the meaning. I placed an Indian song in the background to remind me of those dreams. Perhaps you have a special place where you feel close to God.This my special place close to my home in America.