Susie Shiner is one of the UK's most highly regarded animal communicators. She has over a decade of experience passing on the messages from our animal kin; teaching others to do the same and more demonstrating the art of animal communication with living animals to amazed audiences. These pages are filled with her years of experiences sharing the thoughts of animals.
|Posted on 4 October, 2018 at 17:00|
I was about nine years old when the teacher of my primary school class asked the class,
‘What would you like to be when you grow up?’
She then proceeded to make a tour of the class asking each child in turn, “What would you like to be, Fiona, when you grow up?’
‘What would you like to be when you grow up, Stephanie?’
I froze. Forever I had known that all I wanted was to be was a witch.
‘A teacher, miss..’ said one.
‘A nurse..’ said another.
I knew it would not be long before I would be expected to respond.
Even at that tender age I knew that I had to lie.
‘A teacher, miss.’
I managed to squeeze out the hollow reply.
I have often thought how was it, what does it say about our society, that a child so young should know already to lie about her essential nature.
To accept yourself when the world thinks that the word that you are is evil is quite an undertaking. I won’t lie if I told you that it has taken me many years to give myself permission to use the ‘w’ word in a public forum, not least to describe the work that I do.
I am a witch. I am a druidess. I am a seer. For me Seership is an inclusive term to describe all forms of the second sight such as animal communication, psychism, mediumship and prophecy (being a voice for the divine).
The tradition which is at the heart of this mystery is the Faery Tradition which to me, is a worldwide tradition that goes under a variety of names according to locale, altered by the culture and spirit of landscape where it finds its home. In many respects it is a global religion or spiritual belief. Wherever the Faery Faith is found, a witch or druid is not far behind.
For many years I have tried calling myself one thing or another. Psychic Medium. Animal Communicator. Clairvoyant. All words that modern folk might understand. Words that people might type into a search engine. Each time I relent and use one of these words to describe my offerings, I feel that I have to cut off my right arm in order to reveal my left.
These arts are really one. Seership. But no-one seems to type that into search engines.
To me it is a great loss when a branch of Seership cuts itself off from its ancient roots. Take mediumship for example. You may attend a spiritualist church to see mediumship being demonstrated, sometimes to a high standard and yet the medium herself may not believe that it is possible to hold a thought conversation with an animal or a deity. Or a faery being for that matter. But once a person has developed the Sight, they may come across such a being and be frightened or unprepared.
I believe that the safest way of developing one’s Seership is through a well-rounded spiritual practice, a deep connection to the Divine and most especially through an earth-based mystery tradition which provides us with a map of wholeness, a balancing the elements within our natures.
I offer a variety of online courses for those who are drawn to the ancient mysteries of these lands, to the faery faith and who wish to deepen their connection to their essential self, the natural world, the Earth Mother, the Old Gods, the Ancestors, the plant and animal kingdoms and who also wish to develop their Sight in a safe and balanced way.
Seership, once it has been granted, comes with a responsibility to live within Sacred Law and to serve the Whole. Many of our old faery stories teach us that we must come into right relationship with the Unseen Realms, Sacred Law and the natural world.
I have a growing sense of a deep urgency that the time is now to act, to stand forwards and to use our gifts to protect and honour ourselves, the planet and the vast array of beings with whom we share our home. Before it is too late.
|Posted on 8 June, 2018 at 14:45|
Start by imagining your animal in front of you, at a time when the animal is not present. Perhaps just before you go to bed. You may not be able to maintain a mental image of the animal but this does not matter. Just know that they are there. Feel their presence, their 'vibe' so to speak. Place your attention in your heart area. Feel the love that you have for this animal or for all animals or beings.
The important thing is not to strain. You do not need to maintain the image in your mind’s eye; neither do you need to strain to send love out towards them. Just be aware of your heart-centre and feel the love that you have for them there.
Imagine that you have a mouth at your heart centre or a cone of through which thought-sound can travel. Speak to them silently from this centre not allowing the energy of your awareness to move higher into your head. If it does, bring it back to your heart-centre again. Match the words that you say silently with the feeling in your heart-centre. You may surprise yourself to find that you use different words than you intended.
Try doing this next time you speak to a member of your family, or a friend. As you speak out loud to them, intend to keep your awareness in your heart. I have noticed that when I am feeling vulnerable or afraid, the centre of my energy travels up to my head behind my eyes sometimes. If you experience this, just start again gently and bring it back down to your heart-centre again. My experience is that energy travels up to my heart when there is something to express. When there is something alive in the other person, my heart-centre goes naturally quiet. This exercise can save you pounds in couples’ counselling! At no point extend energy outside of yourself but just keep a gentle focus on your inner-being at your heart-centre. In short, stay within the circle of your own being. Close your eyes and feel that statement even if you don’t understand it with your head-mind. You could repeat it to yourself like a mantra! This involves being gentle with yourself, something which many of us find difficult.
|Posted on 28 January, 2018 at 11:10|
I cannot get enough of communicating with animals.
I love it because it challenges my assumptions about them time and time again. I am deeply passionate about increasing people's awareness of animals as intelligent sentient beings. There is nothing less about a dog, a horse, a rabbit. Just as much design has been put into these animals as has been invested in the human form and yet we are so disconnected from the natural world that we can only see our own superiority.
Animals are a huge part of my life. My family and I share our lives with four horses, two pigs, four dogs, four cats, two goats, a tremendous number of guinea pigs, rabbits, ducks and chicken. Communicating with animals has become part of my life, using skills that all humans possess. All of us can develop these skills if we are sufficiently interested and dedicated.
Horses are my respected colleagues in my work as Equine Guided Educator and I am astounded time and time again by their amazing ability to know what is going on inside us. I have seen them treat my clients with the deepest compassion and sensitivity and change their behaviour the instant we change a thought or attitude.
The door to animal communication opened for me as a result of developing my mediumship. The more you listen to animals the more they talk back. It is as if they say, "Finally she gets it!!!"
I have communicated with all sorts of animals: rats, goats, dogs, cats, horses, etc. Each of these communications I have found fascinating. Expect to have a few of your preconceived ideas challenged! I certainly have!
It is my experience that there is a universal language that all beings understand. The way I explain this to my students is to introduce the notion of the "thought before the thought". This is the fraction of time between a thought arising and it becoming verbalised in our minds. For instance, imagine that you are standing on the pavement and suddenly you see a loved one on the other side of the road. Your loved one begins to cross the road to come to meet you. Suddenly you notice a car coming and realise that it is not safe for your loved one to begin to cross. An impulse arises in you before you manage to say "STOP!". The moment in time at which that impulse becomes formed in your belly before it makes its way up to your throat to become verbalised as "STOP!" is the moment in time when an animal will immediately register your signal.
This is how a medium receives information from a spirit contact and how they are able to communicate with those whose native tongue is different to their own.
As an animal communicator, I have often thought about how animals communicate with me in the English Language and so far the best explanation that I have, is that I have a translator in my mind that instantly translates from the thought impulse, the pre-word thought to a word thought.
Of course, animals also communicate to me with sensations that I receive in my body. I am not sure that the animals are always sending these to me on purpose or whether I just pick them up from tuning into the animal's energy body during a communication. Either way, I will feel these sensations in my own body as if they are my own. The only way that I know that they are not, is when I have the thought, "Ah, this is not mine.." and then the sensation disappears.
All beings are able to communicate by telepathy. Our body minds are like mini-radio-stations receiving and relaying signals all the time. Animals are already experts in this field and are just waiting for humans to catch on! Have you ever watched a shoal of fish moving as if they were one organism? We are not as separate as we like to think...
All of us possess the ability to pick up on another's emotions and thoughts and indeed do so throughout our daily lives, though not always consciously. In fact, many people actually find it hard NOT to pick up on another's emotions - how many times have you entered a room and ended up with a knot of tension in your stomach because someone else was tense? Do you find it difficult to shake off another's negativity? You are already using telepathy or empathy!
|Posted on 28 January, 2018 at 11:00|
One of the animals that I have found the easiest to communicate with is Sally Pups. Sally was a delightful collie who came to live with me as a relatively elderly lady.
The fact that she was not my dog made communication easier. So often when attempting to communicate with our own animals, we fall into the trap of thinking that we are making it all up, believing we know so much about them. What is wonderful for me is that Sally had a past that I knew very little about. The best part of communicating with Sally, is that she gazes fixedly at me when she is communicating. This is an extremely rewarding experience as it pleases my human sensibilities by following the rules of human social behaviour.
When I first began communicating with animals, I actually found their presence quite a distraction. It was far easier for me to "tune in" to them when they were not there, either by holding a photograph in my hand or having met them previously.
Since the animal communication that I practice is telepathic communication, this is not a problem and makes no difference to the accuracy of the reading. By being away from the animal and sitting in front of the fire with a notebook in my hand, I was not distracted by the scratching or licking or their seemingly ignoring me altogether. I found it odd to be getting information from them whilst they appeared to be busy doing something else.
It was not until I thought about how many autistic people evade eye contact that I made the connection. Having worked with autistic people and those with other so-called learning difficulties, I knew that not getting eye contact does not mean that they are not listening or able to understand you. Having established that eye contact was not a requirement of communication, I was free to proceed without this particular concern. Now, I am so much more aware of an animal's change in mood or body language as I am communicating with them.
That all said, Sally Pups was still a dream to communicate with! She will quite often initiate a conversation with me.
My chap would say, "Sally's trying to say something."
And sure enough, there she is gazing up at me with beautiful soupy brown eyes. It is quite unlike the hard stare that dogs give humans when they are hoping you are going to drop your biscuit! No, this is a soft gaze, quite delightful and heart-melting.
Much of what Sally talked about were her memories of her life on J's farm. She gives me the information slowly piece by piece in visual pictures. When I have got one piece she will give me another.
The very first picture I received was of herself looking at foaming white stuff in a bucket. I had no idea what the white stuff was but she was having great fun putting her nose in it. To me, it looked like the foam from a washing machine. She would pounce on it and would love to watch as it moved away from her. Her next picture was of her lying down with a mouse between her paws. As I relayed this information to J, he explained that the white foam was milk froth (he had been a dairy farmer) and that Sally always used to be fascinated by it and play in it. As far as the mouse was concerned, he told me, Sally had once been a great mouse catcher and was obviously proudly showing me her catch!
Next, she showed J washing his face in a basin in an outbuilding on the farm, wiping his beard with his hand. She then allowed me to feel her joy as he turned to her and gently flicked water at her to tease her. She obviously thought this was very funny. I asked him whether he had ever done this and he replied that it was almost a daily routine. She then showed me J rubbing her vigorously under the chin with the back of his hand. In the image she was laughing so much, just like a toddler being tickled. It was such a belly laugh! So I tried it. I rubbed her under her chin, just like she had shown me. Nothing. She just turned her head away.
"Oh," I thought. "What was all that about then?"
So I asked, "Did you ever rub Sally under the chin?"
"Yes, I used to do that." he replied as he plodded over to the kettle to turn it on.
J had only given up the farm a short while before I had met him and was still very sad and down about having lost it.
So I said, "Show me."
He came and bent over Sally and rubbed her under the chin. Well, I have never seen such a change as the one that came over Sally! Before you knew it, she was leaping about doing lambsy-skips (a leap that certain dogs do when they leap up and down with all four paws off the ground) despite her arthritic hip. I had never seen her do this before and I had never seen her so happy. She just couldn't get enough of it! After that day, I refined my technique and learned how to rub her chin and cause her almost as much merriment as J did.
|Posted on 28 January, 2018 at 10:55|
Originally posted on Monday, April 04, 2011 10:27 PM
I want to tell you a story about my beautiful horse, Apollo.
He is my blessed colleague in my work as Equine Guided Educator, having carried small autistic children on his back, patiently bending whilst they pull his mane and screech in his ears. He has taught leadership, self-respect and healthy boundaries to troubled teenagers and comforted those with broken hearts.
When we lived in Somerset, not far from the beautiful city of Bath, we used to open our walled garden and orchard, home to our animal family, to any passers-by that might have decided to walk through the village or visit the adjacent church. They were welcome to come in to the garden, to enjoy the view, have a cup of tea or a slice of cake. Many would take the opportunity to scratch a pig (we had special pig-scratching brushes) or stroke a hen.
One late spring day, not long before we were due to close the garden for the day, a lady wandered in with her sister. As she stood there clutching her sister's arm, she told me that her sister had dementia. Her sister seemed so young to be suffering from this dread disease and as she explained this to me, a tear dropped from her sister's eye.
Margaret, as I shall call her for the purposes of this story, appeared to be in a very far-off world, not speaking, little eye contact and was quite unsure of where the paths were. She was not at all animated and even when we placed a pig-scratching brush in her hand and encouraged her to scratch our enormous pigs, she did not seem engaged at all and appeared to be unaware of where she was. Despite this, her patient and caring sister and led her round the garden and both of us chatted away to her as if she were aware of everything, talking to her about the pigs, the goats, the ducks.
As we made our way through the orchard to the horse paddock beyond, Apollo, my noble thoroughbred was patiently grazing near to the paddock entrance seemingly enjoying the early evening light. With my knowledge of how polite he is and having observed how careful he is with young children and babies, I made the decision to take Margaret and her sister into the paddock.
When Margaret's eyes which had seemed so empty previously, alighted on this chestnut horse whose glorious red coat gleamed in the evening sunshine, she scurried forwards with her hand held outstretched. Before we knew what was happening she was smothering his nose with kisses and despite the ever-present flies, Apollo did not move his muzzle, allowing her to continue the outpouring of her affection.
"Margaret used to be a passionate horsewoman." her sister commented as we stood and watched life sweep once again through Margaret's previously expressionless face.
When, standing next to her at Apollo's muzzle, I said, "You love horses, don't you?" she turned, her face alight with the fullness of her smile. Her eyes reached up and gazed into mine, sparkling with the jewels of a life remembered. She spoke for the first time.
"Yes", she said simply, "I love them."
Her sister delved into her handbag to offer me a peppermint and then took one for herself. Casually she placed them back into her bag once again only to find that Margaret had slipped her hand into her handbag and was digging around searching for something.
"Is she trying to find the mints to give one to Apollo?" I asked.
"Oh!" exclaimed her sister, "I had no idea horses liked mints!"
Margaret stood hand outstretched with the white mint placed in the centre of the palm of her hand. Her fingers curled over, her muscles too weak to be able to hold them out straight which is unfortunately the only safe way to hand-feed a horse. Apollo refused the mint. I tried to help her hold her hand out flat but it proved impossible. Still Apollo refused.
"Have you washed your hands in anything strong smelling?" I asked Margaret's sister, curious as to why a horse would REFUSE a peppermint.
"No, I don't think so.." replied her sister.
I took the peppermint and placed it into the palm of my hand and offered it again to Apollo. He took it eagerly. Out came the mints one more time from the bottom of the handbag.
"Let's try again." I offered.
Margaret once again held out her clawed hand. Again Apollo refused.
Dawn broke in my mind and I began to suspect that Apollo might be afraid of hurting her.
Sensing this, I took a risk and said to Apollo, "Come on Apollo, you can take it." Slowly and tentatively, ever afraid of making a mistake, Apollo stretched out his marshmallow lip searching her palm for the mint. All four of her fingers went into his mouth as he used his top lip to drag the mint towards his tongue. Finally he succeeded and he released her soggy fingers from his mouth, totally unscathed and all present. She was delighted!
Buoyed by the success of the mint, my mind incredulous with my old horse's behaviour, I helped Margaret to lead Apollo round and round the paddock. All the time, Margaret's face was full of smiles and her eyes sparkled with joy.
|Posted on 28 January, 2018 at 10:45|
Growing up in my family we had had lots of animals and as soon as I was an adult, I began to surround myself with animals again. I began to realise that animals receive information with their energy bodies all the time. They do not say to themselves, "Oh, I am just being silly." They have total trust in their sensibilities and rely on them wholly to survive. We, as human animals, feel others' emotions, intentions and frequently others' thoughts but so often dismiss what we feel. It is as if we believe we have to dampen down this sensitivity in order that we can live and survive in the modern human world. It was not always like this. Throughout most of our evolution as humans we have lived acutely aware of these heightened senses. Communion with nature, plant life and the animal kingdom was central to human life. This heightened sensitivity, this sixth sense is still a part of us. It is who we are. Without trust in our sensitivity we would not have survived.
As far as actually communicating with animals was concerned, I cannot say that as a child I was hugely successful. My intense desire to be a tremendous Dr Doolittle seem to do nothing but frighten creatures away. At least I had no success with wild animals. Rabbits did not come out of their burrows to discuss the weather, no matter how long I sat unmovingly outside their homes, neither did they ask whether I would mind being their friend. That was my hope and it was no doubt influenced by the imagination of such great authors as Beatrix Potter and A A Milne.
For many years as a child I felt that I had another invisible family which I belonged to. I would try on many occasions to connect with them through the realm of the imagination. This was always frustrating and dissatisfying as I felt that I should have been able to touch and see them with my physical eyes.
I had been practising as a psychic medium for many years and one day I thought to myself, “Surely it must be possible to exchange thoughts with an animal too! So I set out to try. I approached my little Eriskay pony, Quiver who I had lived with me for a number of years. As soon as I linked in with her, I heard, “Will I ever see my family again?” And I cannot tell you the effect that that had upon me!
I felt a tremendous guilt and shame that I had been responsible for her departure from those that she loved, from her family. I could not bear the pain. To live not knowing whether you will see your family again was too much to bear. I had had so much experience as a medium that I could not deny what I had heard. Through agreeing to her purchase, I had taken her away from her mother, cousins, aunts. Now I realise that she would have been sold anyway, if not to me then to someone else. I also realise that we, as humans, use words that alter our perception of our equality with animals, triggering our consciences less as we interfere with their lives. The world 'herd' for us is less painful than family.
Before engaging in warfare, an army will dehumanise the 'enemy' in order to be able to carry out what they believe is necessary and I believe this is what we do to animals.
Suffice to say that I avoided trying to have a thought conversation with any other of my animals for at least another year. As I write this I am surprised that it took me so long. And yet to open to communicating with animals in this way requires that we go through a pain barrier. At least that was true for me.
And this is often the problem with learning to communicate with animals. It gives us a huge problem. What do we do with our guilt, our shame, our differences in opinions with the animals that we may have known? What do we do with any childhood guilt or guilt from other occasions that we may have treated animals with less understanding? What about the times when we have lost our temper with an animal? What do we do with the new-found knowledge (though probably deeply suspected) that our dog is heartily sick of the dry convenience dog food that we buy for it, when we realise that he or she would rather share our Sunday roast?
How do we cope when we know that they are desperately lonely or need to have more fun? What do we do when we realise that they want another baby and we cannot afford to make that happen for them right now or would not know what to do with all the babies?
What do we do with the thousand other battery hens that we could rescue from chicken pie, when we can only fit twenty-two in the back of the car? What do we do when we walk past ten neighbourhood cats and fifteen squirrels on the way to work? What do we do with the fact that we gelded our horse and ruined the love life of our dogs when we took him to the vet to have him snipped or moved house and took him away from his girlfriend next door?
And what do we do, as happened to me, when we realise that we have twenty-five animals that make up part of our family and all of them are not only clambering for our attention but that they want to talk to us AND they want to make us listen?!
We have two choices. Firstly, we can close down again, tell ourselves we are making it all up and shut ourselves off to the fact that IT JUST HAPPENED as I did for a whole year. Alternatively, (as I did a year later), we can go through a huge pain threshold.
When I opened my heart again to animal communication, I felt like the chap in the film, Crocodile Dundee who, on walking down the streets of New York for the first time, as an outback Australian found himself having to say "Hello! Hello! G'day!" to a thousand people. Firstly, there were our FOUR dogs eyeing me. Yes, that is eight sets of eyes! EIGHT!! Of course, I always knew that they wanted more attention or more fun but I was not quite so aware of the long list. They all wanted more fun, more walks, more food, different food. They were arguing, were jealous of one another.
The world had just got BIGGER. My responsibility was HUGE. GIGANTUAN. ENORMOUS!! So I ran past the chickens.... here you are, here’s your food....gotta dash..... sorry can’t speak today, must hoover!! Pigs. Well, pigs. Well there is something. Pigs chat to each other all the time. I mean LITERALLY with vocal noises. Listen to pigs chatting with their friend or their sister! They have a huge range of vocal sounds and they chatter all day long. Previously I had congratulated myself on the size of their pen. They had shelter, shade, interesting variety of trees and bushes. They had a water-hole and a nice ark to lie in. They had a far bigger pen than almost all of the domesticated pigs that I had seen. Not only that, they had two pens, so that when they got bored of one, they could move into another. When I spoke to them and heard their thoughts I found out that they were virtually suicidal. They wanted comforting when they had a headache. They felt like they were our family. They wanted our attention, our love, to be part of their lives. They weren’t free to roam the forests and they weren’t free to have children! I had ruined their sex lives.
Horses naturally would roam over 3000 acres. Mine, two being native ponies, would spend the spring, summer and the best part of the autumn in...well.... not even an acre, maybe 2-3 by the time the autumn came. I even considered shipping them up to Aberdeen National Park where they could roam free.
My hope is that many, many people with deep integrity will learn the skills of animal communication. My hope is that they will work through any pain barrier and let go of any guilt or shame. Emotional pain is a barrier to telepathic communication and so we must find ways to release it, in the same way that emotional pain can block our ability to hear our loved ones in spirit. I hope that enough of us can become ambassadors to the animal kingdom so that animals can have a voice and so that we can change the current human perception of who animals are, not only for their benefit but for the benefit of the coming generations who will be born without the possibility of seeing some of the most majestic of species. I hope that enough of us can become ambassadors for the animal kingdom so that we can learn the love, respect and reverence necessary to prevent the terrible loss of animal and plant species who are leaving the earth in their droves.
|Posted on 7 July, 2014 at 8:15|
One of the first things I teach my workshop participants and private students is how to communicate from the heart so that an animal can truly hear you. It is my understanding that animals are not able to hear our busy head minds, especially when our minds are racing along wondering what we are going to have for tea tonight or whether we have enough washing up liquid. Usually for most animals and for animal communication to be truly successful, there has to be some emotional resonance in order that an animal can hear us accurately. Firstly one must feel their 'presence' to ensure that you have a good link to begin with. This takes some time to practice in the early stages, but after a little bit of practice, you can 'flick the switch' so to speak and find a link with the animal in question in just a few moments. Some people find it useful to imagine the animal in front of them, (if the animal in question is absent) and by spending time generating this image, the communicator begins to feel the animal's presence or vibe. What we are really talking about is their essence, their soul, their spirit which is palpable when our awareness is centred in our body-mind. When we place our attention on the awareness around our hearts and simultaneously feel our love for them, our link is assured. The next step is to learn to communicate silently from the heart (it helps some people to imagine a cone-shaped loud-speaker there). This is when things get rather interesting. When we stay centred in our hearts it is impossible to lie or to run away from what we truly are saying. We don't seem to be able to disconnect from the message and we must find words that match the energy of our hearts in any one moment.