The Lilith Temple Society was invoked in 1999, by Elayna Morgane, our Founder.
If we celebrated birthdays, it would have been our eighth in the Spring of 2007.
Instead, we celebrated, and mourned, the passing of our Founder and dear friend, Elayna Morgane.
Elayna was, and still is, a quietly awesome Spirit.
When she saw a need, she just did what needed to be done to make it so.
She taught Fire-walking to any who wanted to learn, and she gathered around her people who wanted to share those gifts with others.
She didn't see any of this as being a “power” or a “leader”, she just saw it as doing what needed to be done.
When the Fire-walking was established, she left it in the hands of the people willing to take it and run with it.
It was, as always, about doing what was needed.
She saw, felt, a need for some kind of group body to serve the local Pagan community, and rather than wish forsomething, she quietly set about seeing it done.
organisation that would let people Celebrate together... celebrate Sabbats, celebrate the wonderful Spiritual Paths that help us connect with Divinity and Spiritual growth, celebrate kindred of community.
In the Spring of 1999 she looked around and found out what was needed to create a legal entity that would forward this need. She gathered together a bunch of people who would be the legally recognised leaders of this body, and she gathered together a bunch of people that would be the Spiritual leaders of the group.
She meditated, and searched her heart and the Heavens, and she dedicated this Temple to Lilith, who is the Mother of The Mixed Multitudes.
She nurtured this Temple through a bumpy start and some conflicts and controversy, and even some doldrums, and she allowed it to grow into what would be - a truly open and honourable society of equitable Pagans, guiding with an open but firm hand.
She did this despite her own trials of personal and ill health, and she did it not from a place of ego, but because she saw there was a Need, one that no one else was filling.
In the Spring of the Year 2007, eight years after starting the ball rolling, she fought her last fight in this physical Life, and she died.
We who have followed her, learned from her, & love her will always honour her.
Amey May Moulton lost her final battle with cancer on August 7th 2015.
She was born May 22nd 1929 to Lillian May and Everett Chase Sweet in Omaha Nebraska, and was later raised through her teen years by Fred and Zola Sweet in Newcastle Wyoming. She led her life with the absolute certainty that there were no strangers, just friends she hadn't met yet.
She wasn't afraid of hard work, adventure, or a full life, and she raised all five of her kids – and many of their friends by extension – accordingly.
Her five children – Helen, Mitchell, Katy, Hugh and Zoanne – gave her (at present count) nine surviving grandchildren – Jeremiah, Ryan, Bryan, Valetta, Kaitlin, Kelsey, Joe, Zack, and Zane, and they in turn gave her six great-grandchildren – Keyla, Jaden, Errick, Hannah, Shayna and Marcus.
Those are just the ones related to her. Grandma Amey had a tendency to adopt people far and wide, and they all became part of her family forevermore, but special mention must be made of "her boys".
Grandma Amey volunteered in federal prisons for a number of years, and she took a keen interest in the well-being of all the men (and women) she met. She said, "there's good people who have done bad things", and they need a Grandma too, so she adopted them and gave them the unconditional love and acceptance that she gave everyone and in doing so she changed lives for the better. If there was ever one true thing in the world, it's that her love and support would never waver and never ever be in doubt.
She didn't have a clue about cultural appropriation and couldn't get a handle on racism or prejudice, but she had no trouble speaking her mind when she saw injustice..
She was fiercely loyal, knew all about compassion, respect, and integrity, and whatever she did she did with passion.
Whether it was drumming, knitting socks or sweaters, protesting in favour of Wild Salmon, advocating for Restorative Justice, Carolan's in her coffee, quilting, travelling, candle-making, raising funds for various charities or cheering on her kids and grandkids at whatever they did, she grabbed life with both hands, and never let go until the very end.
On her deathbed, she swore her solemn oath as a new Canadian, and if she had any regret at all, it would have been to have not
survived long enough to cast her vote in the next federal election in true Canadian fashion – voting against, rather than for a party.
Grandma Amey was a Temple Board member for a number of years, and never missed an event if she could help it, the Lilith Temple Society was near and dear to her heart.
The world is a better place for having had her in it.
Remember the best, let go of the rest.
Sion was a well-travelled, well-rounded andgrounded British Traditional Wiccan, who found beauty, peace, love, and home in the Fraser Valley.
Sion, born in Wales, was an awarded RAF officer, Merchant Marine, racecar driver, photographer, journalist, father, friend, and unstintingly generous of his time and efforts for helping others.
He donated of his time, money and efforts to help those in need at the Royal Canadian Legion, at the Hospice, fostering animals for local rescue shelters, and giving of himself to those around him, just because he saw need and knew he could help meet it.
He is sorely missed by the many organisations and individuals that benefited from his care and attention.
He was a regular fixture at coffee meets for most of the last few years of his life, and and sadly, as he became more and more fragile as he battled the cancer and the treatment he was not able to join us.
Even in the short year that he was a member of the Temple, he left such an impact that when we were gathered and he wasn't, someone always asked why.
His presence was always welcome, and will be missed.