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As we head toward the door to her garage, she pauses at the foot of the stairs, intently staring straight ahead, focused. After an almost too long silence, she says, “Got it. We’re going to Quincy’s. Michael told me.”

Quincy’s is a restaurant that serves great breakfast food.

Michael is an Archangel.

And “she” is Sue Storm, widely known as The Angel Lady. She says she communicates with the angels all day long, and Michael is her main man—giving her guidance for things as large as major business or life decisions, or as small as figuring out where to take me to eat.

“When I was a young girl I always had this companion with me. I called him ‘my little man,’” she tells me. “It wasn’t until I was in my late twenties that a spiritual guide mine told me that ‘my little man’ was Archangel Michael.”

Sue says she has always had acute senses and spiritual abilities. A near-death experience at the age of 18 months revealed her guardian angels to her, and she has been able to see them and communicate with them ever since.

“It wasn’t something I ever actively looked for,” Sue says. “But being in touch with spiritual beings has always been a part of my life.”

In her late twenties, after graduating college at the University of Michigan, getting married to a man named Lou Storm, and adopting Rochelle, her only daughter, Sue says she was told by God that she “had to help people,” and that Michael helped her begin her career as a spiritual advisor, visionary consultant, public speaker, author, and many other things.

Among Sue Storm’s social networking photos is one of her at a book signing. Sitting at a table with small, colorful angel figurines, she looks a bit angelic herself. Her long hair cascades in dark waves over her shoulders, and a certain energy seems to radiate from her.

And people love her. All day long in the Angelight Productions offices, based out of her home in Naperville, the phone rings off the hook with people calling.

“Is The Angel Lady available?” they’ll ask. “I want to know my angel names.” People call to order copies of her two books, Angel First Aid, Rx for Miracles and Angel First Aid, Rx for Success. Or they’ll call for advice on relationships, guidance through divorces, or consolation through deaths. She’ll receive the occasional 3 a.m. phone call from a woman in Ohio having a panic attack (and she almost always answers). Sue does hourly sessions on the phone or in person, and often discounts her rates for her longtime callers. The Angel Lady is often a featured guest on radio broadcast shows and often for the immediate days following a broadcast, the phones are incessantly blowing up with people eager for a touch of angelic wisdom.

“Both of my books are guides to understanding and developing relationships with angels,” Sue says. “Everyone has guardian angels around them at all times, and they want to be able to communicate with us, and love us.” The books contain information about different angels and their “specialties,” such as Serena, the angel of writing, or Katrina, the angel of prosperity. Each chapter is also filled with angel remedies–active exercises one can do to get in touch—and affirmations—mantras that are repeated, such as “I have healthy, loving relationships” or “I am creating abundance in my life.”

Throughout the day, she will randomly pause as though listening to a far-off voice. Sometimes she just stops everything to meditate for a moment. While writing and editing her work, she says the angels give her ideas on what to say.

Around Sue’s multi-level house in the west Suburbs, it’s easy to tell it is the home of a spiritual person. Angels decorate each room whether on calendars, the towels in the bathroom, or sitting on the mantle. In her main office, in big bold print, a piece of paper taped to the wall says, “I receive rich, affluent, prosperous rewards NOW!”

Her desk is often a jumbled mass of paper, but Sue always knows where everything is and is quite organized despite the clutter–and it doesn’t extend further than her desk. “Where are my glasses?” Sue asks often, sometimes retrieving them from underneath a pile of mail. “Oh, there’s my ALP checkbook!” she’ll say as she snatches it from beneath the telephone and a roll of duct tape. “Thank you!” she looks upward, smiling. It’s safe to assume she was showing her gratitude to Michael or some other angel.

There are a lot of nice things in Sue Storm’s house, but what you won’t find is a microwave, a cell phone, or a wireless Internet router. “I’m electro-sensitive,” she explains. “My body is much more sensitive to electromagnetic waves than most people. When I drive past a cell tower, I can feel it buzzing me.” In addition to sharing her angelic guidance with people across the world, she has also recently become an advocate against wireless internet technologies.

“It fries your brain. We haven’t seen the long-term repercussions of wireless technology, and it’s even worse for children.” She sighs. “I just wish people would think about the children!”

Sue also doesn’t fly, as she says it gives her severe anxiety. “When I travel anywhere, I drive. Cross-country or not, I like to be in control and on the ground.” For someone who is connected with the spiritual realm, the assertion is a bit ironic.

At Quincy’s, we enjoyed our breakfast meal at dinnertime. “See? I knew we’d find the perfect place to go. Someone was looking out for us!” she laughs. And often, in her presence, things just seem to come together.

After dinner, we did some quick shopping at Talbot’s, the women’s clothing store. At checkout, the saleslady inquired as to what she did. Sue told her she was many things, but mainly wrote books about angels.

“No way!” the lady exclaimed. “I believe in angels. I have my own guardian angel story. Last Wednesday, during the snowstorm…” she went on to share not one, but three different occasions where she felt she had been a part of a miracle. Sue signed a copy of her Rx for Miracles book and gave it to the saleslady.

“I think we were really meant to meet today,” Sue said. “I was encouraged through your story, and now hopefully my words will bless you.” We left the saleslady in near tears of joy.

It seems Archangel Michael really is looking out for her.