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After our story on sacred power spots around the world, we asked you, the readers, to tell us about the places that have transformed you by their very presence. The responses, from the esoteric to the biblical, the mundane to the sublime, all speak to that inexplicable sense of spiritual there-ness and magic that imbues certain places—born from history, geography, or a touch from beyond.

What you said:
A ‘Mini-Lourdes’ in North Wales
A Spiritual Shack in the Woods
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
A Hill Near the Hand of God
The World as a Sacred Spot
Singing on the Sea of Galilee
Civil War Site is Weeping Ground
The U.S.—a ‘Biblical Promise Land’
Gratitude in Cambodia

A Mini-Lourdes in North Wales
We don’t have to travel very far to reach our sacred site–it's just across the road, in fact

We own a field in North Wales, UK, where in 1997 an Irish couple on a walking holiday claim to have seen the Virgin Mary and were subsequently healed of their ailments.

By June that year our quiet country lane resembled a mini Lourdes as pilgrims came to visit the site. From time to time others will claim that they have received healing of mind, body and spirit.

Even a photo of the field sent over the Internet is supposed to have made two recipients feel better. We allow people to stand and meditate at the gate; we don't charge and only ask that people respect the peace of their surroundings.

–Rose-Mary Gower

A Spiritual Shack in the Woods
I moved to an old farm in the summer of 1992. As I was walking the property, I found an old shack in the woods two stories high, but very, very small—full of remnants left behind by the previous owner of the farm. I found an old wood stove as well as numerous forged nails.

When I spoke with that previous owner, he explained to me that an elderly man he knew told him that two people were buried in the woods near my driveway, in the early 1900's. Whoever lived in the old shack made a stepping-stone path down to the creek, directly behind the structure. Everyone who saw the building wanted to go in and look around.

I was concerned about safety, therefore, I hired two men to dismantle it and haul it to the dump. After the old shack was gone, I found that upon visiting the area, I had the strangest feeling of comfort. Every time I visited the area, I felt closer to the Lord, closer to nature, and such a feeling of calmness. Walking down the stone and slate steps to the water made me feel that whoever lived there lived happily.

I often walk over there and say a prayer; it relaxes my mind and spirit. There is such a spiritual feeling and uplifting sense of calmness and joy.

–Cricket

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
In 1968 I flew to Washington, D.C., to meet my future in-laws. It was my first plane trip, and I went alone. I got in about 10 p.m. and it took another hour to drive to my future in-laws' home in Virginia. In the coming days I had the opportunity to visit the Capital, the White House, Pentagon, the Jefferson, Washington, and Lincoln memorials, as well as the gravesite of President John F. Kennedy. Also, I visited the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Constitution Hall, the National Archives, the Curtis-Lee Mansion, and the National Cathedral. Of all these wonderful, historic sites the one that inspired me most was the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. When I stood next to that great monument, I had the most awesome feeling that I knew who was in that tomb.

I believe there were angels all around guarding that soldier. It was so touching and yet so reverent. I have never forgotten that feeling of spirit reaching out. That one monument inspired me to never take anything for granted. (I lost a brother a year later.) It inspired me to be happy no matter what the circumstance, and it inspired me to be more grateful for our servicemen and the freedom they give us.

The inspiration the Lord laid on me that day is still with me, and I am most grateful to Him for watching over us and giving us a beautiful country (which we have almost destroyed), and I pray every day that our leaders will appreciate what we have and enter into His house with thanksgiving.

–Mike Moss

A Hill Near the Hand of God
In St. Anne, Quebec, Canada, is St. Anne De Beaupre Basilica. The village of St. Anne is built around her, bordered by the St. Lawrence River and the surrounding hills and mountains.

The Redemptorists and Franciscans maintain a friary and mother house, respectively. At one time there was also an Augustine convent there. On the hillside connecting the convents to the basilica grounds, there is a life-sized Stations of the Cross. At the top of the hill, a small grassy knoll is beneath a huge tree. Sitting there at sunrise, the air is pierced with the faint sounds of morning prayer and song; the river reflects the sun with a million diamonds along its surface and nature begins to awaken.

The sky is expansive and the air is cool and envelops you in a serene sense of being one with creation. If the breeze is right, you can faintly detect the odor of incense from the basilica. Below your feet is the Passion of the Lord in true-life replication. At that moment, you sense that you can outstretch your fingers heavenward and touch the Hand of God.

When my life has faced its most difficult challenges and I have found myself in need of healing, I have gone to this place and returned renewed and blessed. Truly, this is a sacred place.

–E. Torode

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