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The Greene Chapel is an alcove of witchcraft, folk magic, spirit work and folklore from the Celtic lands. My name is Briar, and I will be your host. Here I offer a variety of esoteric services as well as occasional wares, and talk all things theurgic and occult - sharing deep delves in long articles, snippets of personal practices and ritual observances, current outlook on magical explorations, and other similar musings as seasons pass.

“The Daughter of Ivor shall come from the Knoll…”

I am a folk witch by nature and a cunning woman by trade. Skilled in diagnosing and remediating otherworldly afflictions, I specialise in the research and facilitation of mutually beneficial and nourishing spirit relationships - and, where necessary, in the mending of problematic, difficult, or haunted ones. 

Whether you are seeking to enhance spiritual communication, dealing with disruptive energies, or wanting to deepen your connexion with sacred beings, my work centers on holistic solutions that restore balance and fulfillment between this world and the other. Much like physical wounds, spiritual ailments need tending.

My primary spirit pacts and allegiances belong with the Pale Ones under the hills : I am a trained initiate in fairy doctoring – a spirit-based tradition of Irish fairy-seership, drawing from fairy power to act as a medium-link, an intercessor or ambassador between the numinous and the mundane, and perform what is primarily a healing art.

Being a Gallo-Irish polytheist, I weave piety into everything I do and perform and, as an ardent Brighidine, a Flame Keeper and Hearth Tender, there is little in the way of my magic that does not either flow back to Her, or come from the exacting patronage of the Othercrowd.

Briar is a true enigmatic, poetic, intelligent, penetrating and intentionally sound magical practitioner, writer, poetess, artist and sorcerous and I have been greatly inspired and had my mind expanded from being a part of her Patreon. Discipline and devotion are two words that immediately come to mind when I think of Briar and I have seen a shift within my own contentment, groundedness, peace of mind and trust in the universe especially in regards to my family and home since participating in her Flamekeeping Ritual.

Catherine McQ, of Celestial Healing Arts

Une approche poétique et rigoureuse des cheminements celtiques et féeriques.

Phro Nesis, autrice d’Arpenter le Chemin des Dieux

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  • Seek ye inspiration among the thorns, briars, bramble and berries; in the nectar of flowers, fruit and blood.

    Francis Ashwood

  • I will not molest the serpent / Nor will the serpent molest me.

    Carmina Gadelica

  • And take the milk with the honey and drink it before the rising of the sun, and there will be something divine in your heart.

    PGM

  • If you call to the Gods and they answer, who is there to oppose or to challenge the integrity of your Path ?

    Andrew D. Chumbley

  • Not of the seed of Adam are we / Nor is Abraham our father...

    W. Y. Evans-Wentz

  • Fire in the Head / Fire in the Heart / Fire in the Hands

  • Obair na mbeach, Intinn na mban, Imeacht agus teacht na taoide. / The work of bees, The mind of women, The coming and going of the tide.

    Irish Triad

  • The Flame of the Forge is the Lair of the Snake / It remembers the Gods that some men forsake.

    Frater ADK

  • For whatever breast / Contains the deity, its shattered frame / Surges with frenzy, and the soul divine / Shakes the frail breath that with the god receives / As prize or punishment, untimely death.

    Lucan, Pharsalia 129-139

  • What then is the root of poetry and every other wisdom? Not hard; three cauldrons are born in every person: the Cauldron of Warming, the Cauldron of Motion and the Cauldron of Wisdom.

    Anonymous [Irish fili, 7th century CE]

  • Vous, vos yeux, vos oreilles sont ailleurs : vous êtes un voyant et un oyant des régions inférieures; vous percevez, vous discernez les images flottantes et les sourdes rumeurs du peuple des mânes ; vous habitez, à la lettre, parmi eux; que dis-je ? sous les espèces et apparences d’un homme d’aujourd’hui, vous êtes, en réalité, l’un d’eux, remonté au jour et réincarné.

    Anatole Le Braz