Until her arrival on the Web, Suzanne's fame spread abroad solely by word of mouth.

"Suzanne was a strange child," Kay Wagner readily admits of her daughter. Kay recalls a discussion with friends in the mid-'60s about a book on past lives. Mrs. Wagner says she/they were "good Catholics," and this was an unconventional, if not heretical, subject. They speculated out loud whether the book was bunk or if such a state existed.

Suzanne, then about four or five, entered the conversation. "She said, 'Don't you remember your past lives?' And she proceeded to rattle off people and places she'd been."

Mrs. Wagner, herself, is evidently a little unconventional; her response was to order an astrological chart for her child. The astrologer advised, "Her role in this world is to be of service. To do that, all she has to do is open her mouth and talk."

Suzanne's older sister also had the same intuitive skill. Suzanne says. "She'd sense things, but not know what they were. Over time I became able to determine what were ghosts, spirit, guides, and angels.

Suzanne attended first grade at a Catholic school, but caused a commotion when she spoke up about the angel she'd met on the school playground. "The angel wanted to show me something in church. I followed him there. He said our bodies are like the wax. When lit by spirit of God it melts the wax, and death is the transition of one's body into the air of God. We lit all the candles and were moving them onto the altar when a nun walked in. I was sent to Mother Superior's office to explain myself. I remember there were paddles of various sizes on the wall. I told her about the angel, and the story about the wax. But she said I was lying, and called my parents. I decided I would never share these experiences again."

Suzanne gave up angels, instead channeling her own energies into dance lessons. Ten years later she found herself on a ledge of the Swiss Town House Boarding School in New York City, suicidal over that day's failed audition with the New York City Ballet. "Suddenly, the ledge filled with angels," she says.

I asked her to describe them. "One was like blue lightning. Another glowed and was soft and round. I realized years later, after I'd read books about it, that they'd taken me through all the stages of grief, till I realized that Ballanchine wasn't my reason for living. And that's when I got off the ledge." She went to Germany and danced with the Berlin Ballet. In 1982 she came to Utah to dance with Ballet West.

At 21, she finally met someone else who also had "invisible friends." Two years later, she began to hear a close friend's angel-or guide, as she also calls them. "After a while I could hear everybody's. When the ballet, going from Detroit to Arkansas, almost got into a plane crash that I'd been told might occur, I decided it was time to start paying attention. It was a 12 year process of listening, discerning what was my ego voice and what came from the guides."

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