There is trauma in the revelation of what we missed. There is shame in the complicity. There is confusion in the protection of a predator.

But the most profound injury, the one that continues to surface, to produce fresh scars, is not in what HE did, nor what we did. It’s in what THEY choose to do.

I’ve come to realise that the sharpest pain doesn’t always come from the harm itself, but from the institutional cover-ups—the leaders and pastors who chose to protect predators instead of the people they were meant to shepherd. On that note, I am incredibly thankful for voices like Mike Winger, who do the hard work of bringing truth to light.

Lately, I’ve heard that local pastors, people whom I have had a connection with, who know us, have been working behind the scenes to ‘restore’ our former abusive pastor.

That they want to restore HIM, I do not have an issue with. Not if it’s to Christ. But to the stage? To the pulpit? That should never happen.

Yet they are pushing for this without ever seeking the truth from victims—hundreds of victims, people they know, people they have once been friends with. This is a devastating blow.

There is not ‘one’ pastor that is doing this, but several. Despite never witnessing the wolf repent. Despite never seeing him seek out HIS victims and pursue genuine restoration. Despite the wolf continuing his reign, refusing to give up HIS throne.

These pastors protect HIM.

And when mutual friends who know us, who know the victims, speak up, they question the motives of HIS victims. They do this even as their friends state categorically that they know and trust those who have been destroyed in HIS path.

The most devastating blows for victims come in the form of pastoral betrayal. Leaders protecting a predator, giving all their time and effort to someone who is utterly unrepentant, only to ignore the bleeding sheep.

This is happening.

It’s happening right now in our own backyard.

And it needs to stop.

I don’t need to name names.

The ones doing this know exactly who they are. They know what they are whispering behind closed doors, and they know the lines they are crossing.

So, I am laying down a direct invitation. I invite them to step out of the shadows, to sit down, and to actually meet with us. Come and seek the truth. Come and look at the reality of the wreckage instead of engineering a comeback for a wolf.

If you are a leader involved in this, the door is open. But you have to be willing to face the truth.

You know where to find us.

And where does this end?

The Sickness is Terminal…

Feels like we’ve been swept up in a massive tidal wave. Our lives have been flipped, and what we knew before has been completely turned upside down.

The lead characters in our wicked play have turned from protagonists into antagonists. Their trickery has cast us out onto an island of regret, much like Jonah.

We are sick.

Sick to the stomach with remorse, ever trusting these people.

But more than that. Pulsating, dragging our bleeding bodies through the debris of regret, watching the cancerous boils explode into our world and onto the public square.

They try to cover it up: the cancer, the sickness, the green, goey mess. The wolves circle their wolf pack, and they keep us out.

They tried to pretend they were one of us. They even fed us. Clothed us. Proclaimed victory.

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The grifters are named. The altars are cleared. But in the roar of the crowd, your voice is only a ghost.

You can’t speak.

You can squeak a little.

Speak softly.

You are forced to borrow the voices of strangers. Your own words have turned to ash, your breath spent on three long years of internal weeping. You screamed into the marrow of your bones, a soundless panic that met only silence. And now, you must let the world be your echo.

Now the whole world is screaming.

Left only to watch, left only to wait. You wonder what becomes of justice, of healing, of real change, when the storm finally breaks.

While the collective rush to catch their breath, you sit in the stillness. Inhale. Exhale. Quietly waiting for the dawn of whatever comes next.

OUR STORY

If watching the entire Mike Winger video, this sits at the 2 hour, 38 minute mark. Thank you so much Mike. We are extremely grateful for your voice.

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Mike Winger

Ten years ago Gary Morgan was caught red-handed and bad pastors covered up for him. Solid evidence of fake prophecy and even email fraud. But he got away with it and the godly Christians who tried to call him out were vilified and abused by their pastors. Bill Johnson knew about Gary Morgan and still went and did ministry with him. Che Ahn had endorsed Gary as a great prophet like Shawn Bolz (I’m not making this up). Yet, Che’s system of accountability not only failed to protect people from Gary, leaders in his network attacked the only people calling for him to be dealt with biblically.

This video will have the evidence, and I mean a TON of evidence, showing not only that Gary is guilty but that other pastors have been lying in order to protect him. I pray this video vindicates Nathaniel and Hayley from the lies that have been told about them for the past ten years. I also pray that it rightfully exposes not only Gary Morgan but the people who have lied to protect him. People like Peter McHugh, who I confronted on video and caught in several lies.

The broader Charismatic church needs reform and a renewed commitment to truth and biblical handling of the gifts. I pray this video helps make that a reality.

Dear Charismatic brothers and sisters of mine,
I know that my name is mud in many of your circles now. I know that I can be seen as a wrecking ball, meddler, accuser of the brethren, or otherwise someone who has evil motives, has “gone too far,” or just isn’t doing this right. I just want you to know that do this because I believe in you. Please prove me right.

0:00 We Caught Him
11:06 The Leaders Won’t Step Up
17:06 Unless He’s Using Facebook
28:23 Reviewing 7 (8) Fake Prophecies
29:28 #1 Australians Don’t Use The Word Faucet
37:47 #2 Your Name Sounds Like “Market”
39:51 #3 Oil of Gladness
44:25 #4 The Ball of Money
48:16 #5 The Life of Brian
50:11 #6 Mini Cooper
52:33 #7 Gary Cries and Turns Red
59:36 #8 Señorita Senita
1:04:09 Asking Leadership To Do Something (Unsuccessfully)
1:11:57 The Fake Facebook Page
1:20:39 Email Fraud and Spiritual Abuse
1:33:13 This Is the Best Bit
1:57:09 Peter McHugh “The Fixer”
2:15:24 The $20,000 Lie
2:23:07 Why Break Ten Years of Silence
2:25:00 Transparent Corruption in Prophetic Leaders
2:32:14 A Message to the Churches
2:38:52 Larry Sebastian and His Victims
3:02:20 The Unedited Confrontation Video
5:44:44 My Final Word

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Mid-March 2023

Voice of Kenna

The air in the church auditorium is thick with unspoken tension, a weight pressing down on the rows of tired faces. The 19th Church Annual General Meeting begins, but it feels less like an orderly discussion and more like a slow-moving wreck, one where everyone sees the impending collision but no one dares to swerve. At the front, Pastor Kelvin sits poised over his laptop, fingers hovering, ready to type out the official minutes. I am behind the livestream desk, ensuring the meeting reaches those who, for practical and self-preserving reasons, opt to watch from a distance.

A wireless microphone floats uneasily from hand to hand, amplifying long-simmering grievances. The questions about finances, governance, and unchecked authority are familiar; the answers are even more so. Reassurances drip from Pastor Austin’s lips like a well-rehearsed script, polished and hollow, while the congregation, though weary, still clings to the hope that maybe this time will be different.

“What we can do, we will do, and we will continue to do that…”

Abruptly, Celia, Pastor Austin’s wife, seizes the microphone, her voice trembling with the weight of years spent justifying the unjustifiable. Her words come in waves, part lament, part manipulation, the same plea wrapped in the same pained devotion.

You know, as founding visionary bearer, I have always been investing into the Kingdom. In the last eight years, I just volunteered. We work and support whatever vision is needed to support the vision. I may have to sacrifice to one day pay or nothing. Why? Because someone else needs to be paid. Who is looking out for me? -Co-Pastor Celia AGM 19.3.2023

At that moment, I glance down at my feet. I’d heard this spiel before, many times. I know what was coming next. The microphone grab. Austin’s unmistakable message to his wife to ‘zip it’.

The reason … why I would say my wife is a bit emotional, is, we tend to consistently take the brunt of all of this. So we will be the first one to say no, we’re going to cut down on this, we’re going to cut down on that. But we have a mortgage. Right? But again, and I don’t say that to put a guilt on anyone here. - Pastor Austin - AGM 19.03.2023

We recognise the emotional blackmail. We’ve seen it thousands of times before, but we allow it. Like a child’s tantrum, we are helpless to stop it; we just need to wait it out. I look up at the other long-time members in the room. As Pastor Austin discusses the financial challenges and his proposed answers to those challenges, he becomes bolder and more focused.

And then Austin turns to me. His gaze locks, his words are a blade, twisting.

This is a personal thing, for just me personally. I wish we didn’t buy this church building. Because it’s it’s killed some things in me that none of you know. And my family - it has destroyed and killed some things in me that I don’t know how to get back.

So that’s the reality and the truth of engaging in matters like this. We all have to exercise a high level of faith into where we’re going next. Because there is a hope and a future… - Pastor Austin 19.03.2023

I feel the weight of blame crushing me. Austin often directs his anger at me for the entire building purchase decision. In 2009, I noticed the building for sale and excitedly shared the news with Austin. I genuinely believed that this iconic structure would bring his grand vision to life. I stood firmly by his side, even when other leaders turned their backs. I, his passionate young warrior, poured my heart and soul into this place.

And now it is all over. The church building is sold at Austin’s request. We now have seven short months to find ‘the next thing’. There is no longer a clear path laid out. The Disneyland vision is lost in a merry-go-round of shattered dreams, and Austin has no clue where we are headed now.

The meeting wraps up, but my restlessness only grows. We need answers. As we step out of the building, Pastor Kelvin, wearing a broad smile, declares the exact opposite of what many of us are thinking. He exclaims in his warm, American Southern twang, “That is the best AGM I’ve ever been to!” I look at him with a puzzled, blank grin.

He isn’t joking.

I am adrift in a whimsical limbo, caught between the magnetic realms of Universal Studios, while the Starship Enterprise erupts in a spectacular blaze around me…

The black hole looms larger, its gaping maw pulling us inexorably downward into the abyss.

After years of institutional 'boxing' and an incorrect diagnosis that nearly cost her life, we finally unmasked the truth: the medication meant to help her was poisoning her body. This is JJ’s voice on reclaiming her agency and silencing the 'motor' for good.

Transcript of interview: Thursday, April 30th, 3:30 pm

Can you share what’s happened over the last two years?

Over the last two years, I have been struggling with exercise and eating as well. It’s been a challenge as I’ve been really stressed. I’ve had a lot of anxiety in my mind, and I’ve been told what to do. I’ve decreased the amount of physical stuff I can do over time.

Starting with heavy exercise, only allowing to do walks. And over the last couple of years, I slowly, I increased my exercise as I started decreasing in weight. I wasn’t very aware how badly it would affect my heart, and I was more focused on trying [00:01:00] to take away my stress. But people thought that I was doing exercise to lose weight, which wasn’t true. I was diagnosed with ADHD and autism. I was also diagnosed with anorexia, which was something that was hard for both my parents and for me. And over the last couple of years, I have really been bad at socialising with people. And just over time, I’d been more distant and more emotionally and mentally and physically not stable, unstable.

And during this time, there would usually be… a lot of yelling would happen, a lot of arguments, and a lot of, and just hiding [00:02:00] away, being sneaky and not doing the right thing.

I was also taking a lot of tablets, which had a bad effect on my mental health and how I communicated with people. Usually, I’m an extrovert, but during those years I was more introverted and spent a lot of time by myself or playing basketball by myself at school, at recess and at lunch, which I was mentally and emotionally upset about. Because I couldn’t help myself, to exercise. I wasn’t really paying attention to how it may be affecting other people.

What was going on in your body when you were doing that? How did it feel?

I felt tense. And tight. And I also felt a rush of emotions in my [00:03:00] mind. My mind was really loud, and it filled with a lot of thoughts of needing to move and doing it to take away my stress, but also to complete my goal for the day.

And as I had times and schedules set, which didn’t really help, if I didn’t get that in for my day, I feel like I wasn’t completing the day without doing something.

And as it got worse, what were the actual feelings in your mind and your body, like when you just had to move as it got worse?

I was becoming more anxious, and I was getting weaker. I was feeling like I had to hide away because. I felt like people were being unfair to me and I wasn’t realising the danger it was causing me. I was more focused on trying [00:04:00] to achieve something instead of focusing on my health and how it may be affecting my body.

What happened when you ended up having to go to hospital?

So hospital was really a traumatic journey for me as I was getting treated really badly there. I was eating everything that was provided for me and they still treated me like I was one of, I was the other kids - I had anorexia and I, even though I tried so hard, they still made it really hard for me.

They didn’t understand how I was feeling when I needed to move.

They just thought it was... they just kept giving me tablets and just kept filling me up with tablets, which wasn’t helping. And just hearing other kids vomit, refusing food, made it hard for me. As I was trying to [00:05:00] get out of there as soon as possible, and I wanted to get better, I knew I was skinny, and they thought that I just had the same problems as all the other kids.

So when they said things to you like you're just doing, or they’re thinking, you’re just doing exercise. To lose weight?

So what happened with the diagnosis was that when I got diagnosed with anorexia, they treated me like I couldn’t do anything. My parents had to watch me and supervise me at all times.

I was limited to the amount of exercise I could do. They treated me like I wasn’t a real person, and I started getting really depressed and really stressed out because I felt like I was trapped, and I didn’t have anywhere to go. And my life felt like I was in jail or imprisoned because people were taking control of me and what I could do, and not being [00:06:00] allowed to go to school.

And. Yeah, just living a normal teenage life.

What about not getting schoolwork in the hospital? How was that?

Because I was so anxious and I didn’t, I couldn’t exercise and stuff, not having schoolwork, made it really hard for me not to think about things in my mind and to not get stressed out or tense feelings in my body.

Not being allowed to do the schoolwork made it a really emotional rollercoaster for me, knowing that other kids were allowed to while I wasn't. It was not fair.

How do you feel now about not being able to go back to school?

I feel like it’s unfair because I’ve tried so hard.

I feel like even kids with anorexia should be allowed to attend school because it helps them [00:07:00] focus on schoolwork instead of focusing on all the negative things at home, because at home, you are more likely to do the wrong thing. Not going to school…

School is a way to interact with people and to try to succeed in what you want to do in the future. People shouldn’t be treated badly just because they have some sort of disorder. It’s like people getting treated with autism, like not being allowed to go on a school bus because they have autism or something like that, or... It’s just unfair.

The doctors weren’t really listening to what I was trying to explain. They thought that even though multiple times I kept telling them that I wanted to put on weight and I wanted to get better, that they just kept thinking that it was just, it [00:08:00] wasn’t me. And that they thought because I had anorexia, that it was wrong, and it wasn’t the truth, and this, being stuck in a box, made me feel like I was not able to do anything. Trapped and scared, and I felt small.

During my hospital stay... On the last day, I was getting really depressed because I was in my own room as well, and the doors were closed. I couldn’t go anywhere. I had to stay in my bed. And I had nothing to do.

There were no activities, no school, and no one who could visit me. It was just the whole weekend. You just had to stay in bed all day, not allowed to do anything. And I was getting really depressed. And I was getting really stressed out because they weren’t listening to me [00:09:00], and they were just thinking, like I, I was their job and that they had to keep me in there just to keep me safe, and not even providing activities for the kids who couldn’t go anywhere.

And when we said we’ll take you home, how, what can you explain about that?

I felt more happy and free that I was allowed to go home, but because I knew that home would be a little bit different, I was also a bit afraid as well.

I didn’t really know where I wanted to go anymore.

So the meetings with ELMHS were a struggle because they weren’t listening. They were trying to find ways, like telling me, asking me, oh, what are you eating? And stuff like that. Even though mum and dad told them multiple times what I was eating…

They were just [00:10:00] asking, trying to find ways to help me, but none of the ways they were suggesting were working. I was doing all of them, but they just decided to keep, like just asking me what I’m having, and oh, do crafts and stuff like that. Make sure you’re resting at home and stuff. But I couldn’t do that because I physically...

I just wasn’t able to. I wanted to live like a normal teenage girl, but just because of my diagnosis, they were treating me unfairly, and they were treating me like I was their job.

Because I’m not on the tablets anymore, it’s been easier to concentrate with movies and reading. I’m able to be calmer, also knowing that I have the ability to do physical stuff that isn’t gonna harm me too much. And my obs have also shown me that I’ve been getting actually better and that I’ve been [00:11:00] improving. Being off those tablets has really helped me to be a brighter person, and it’s really helped me to move further in a good direction.

What do you want next?

I want to be able to attend school. I wanna be able to see my friends. I wanna be able to live the normal life I used to about five years ago.

I share this not because we are parents who reject a formal diagnosis, but because we are parents who, like all parents, have an inner compass about our kids and their health. While a definitive diagnosis can often help heal, a false diagnosis can yield further damage.

In JJ’s case, this is what has happened.

In 2023, our family’s world shifted on its axis. We began a traumatic journey of escaping a cult, transitioning from a life of isolation to becoming advocates for victims of abuse. For my daughter, JJ, the transition was brutal. She was “shunned,” losing the majority of her friends in a vicious, sudden stroke of social rejection.

Amidst this upheaval, a perfect storm was brewing. At school, she was learning about the food pyramid and healthy exercise. To a neurotypical child, these are simple lessons; to JJ’s ASD, ADHD, and OCD brain—which was already processing profound trauma—they became rigid blueprints for survival. What started as “healthy living” quickly spiralled into obsessive exercise and restrictive eating, eventually leading to the loss of her period.

The Medication Spiral

By mid-2025, JJ’s anxiety was peaking. Her long-term Fluoxetine dose was doubled in an attempt to stabilise her, but the results were catastrophic. She developed Akathisia—a movement disorder characterised by a distressing, internal sense of restlessness. She couldn’t stop moving; she was even running between classes just to satisfy the urge. Her weight plummeted to dangerous levels.

In November 2025, we consulted a pediatrician and began a transition to Sertraline. During the “washout” period—when the Fluoxetine was at its lowest—we saw a glimmer of the real JJ. She was calm. She chose painting over her compulsive walks. It lasted only a day.

As we crossed over to Sertraline and added Risperidone, the Akathisia returned with a vengeance. During a summer camping trip, the “rest” was anything but. JJ was pacing constantly, performing “sneaky exercise” behind the caravan, and screaming in distress when we tried to make her sit. We were told this was just the “medication change” settling in. We had no idea the worst was yet to come.

The Hospital Cycle

By the start of 2026, JJ weighed just 38kg. A school-mandated medical check revealed a heart rate of 31 beats per minute. She was immediately admitted to the Eating Disorder Ward at a Children’s Hospital.

While she gained weight initially, the environment was a nightmare for her sensory and psychological needs. JJ didn’t reject food; she ate everything given to her, albeit with the rigid timing dictated by her OCD. But the lack of fresh air and the forced inactivity were crushing her spirit.

After a brief discharge, her heart rate dropped again. Upon readmission, the medical team replaced her Risperidone medication with Olanzapine—the standard protocol for Anorexia. We begged them to consider Guanfacine, but our research and our voices were ignored.

One moment stands out as a testament to the disconnect in her care. JJ was in a state of high distress, rocking and crying. I knew that movement—specifically being wheeled in a wheelchair—calmed her.

The Observation: On the telemetry monitor, her heart rate was spiking from 68 to over 100.

The Conflict: A nurse told her she had to stay in bed.

The Result: I took the risk. I told the nurse, “You can report me,” and I wheeled JJ down the hall while patting her head. Within one minute, her heart rate stabilised back to 68.

The Current Crisis and the Path Forward

We have since brought JJ home. The hospital cycle was a “merry-go-round” that refused to acknowledge the root of her issues: her heart rate and blood pressure are hereditarily low, and her movement is driven by Akathisia, not a desire to lose weight. Today, we are living under intense strain. We use an electric bike so she can feel the wind and movement without taxing her heart, and we provide “monitored normality” through clinical Pilates. But this is not sustainable without professional help.

When we realised what JJ needed, we quickly began the journey of advocacy

This involves, at present:

Accurate Rediagnosis: A full picture that accounts for her trauma, ASD/ADHD/OCD, and the physical reality of Akathisia.

Medication Adjustment: We have submitted DNA testing for medication compatibility to stop the guesswork that has caused her so much physical harm.

NDIS Support: Though previously classified as Level 1, JJ clearly requires Level 2 support to manage her complex needs.

A Different Hospital Plan: If she needs acute care again, it cannot be in a restrictive Anorexia ward that treats her movement as a behavioural choice rather than a neurological symptom.

We are fighting for JJ’s life and her right to be heard. We cannot keep going in circles. We need a team that looks at the child, not just the chart.

To our friends and supporters: Thank you for standing by us as we navigate this impossible terrain. We are desperate for a resolution that brings JJ back to health and back to the school environment she so deeply misses.

Update: We have begun adjusting meds timing with pharmaceutical assistance, and even the slight adjustments have already produced a very noticeable difference (and calmer) JJ than we’ve seen in many months. Reducing Akathisia symptoms through medication and timing changes is the first step in JJ returning to her ‘real self’. We finally have hope and physical proof that what we’ve been crying from the rooftops about has not been in vain.

If anyone else has experienced something similar and wants to reach out, we are here. We didn’t go through this for ‘no reason’, and we know our ongoing story will be an advocate for change in the future.

If you had asked me three years ago, I would have told you that fear was my only skin. It was so heavy, so all-consuming, that I lived in a constant state of imagined evaporation. I truly believed that if I happened to catch HIS silhouette on a crowded street, I would simply sink into a puddle on the pavement and never return. I was a ghost waiting for a confrontation to finally blow me away.

But time has a way of thickening the soul.

It has been three years now. In that thousand-day stretch, the “crazy stuff” became a backdrop to my life rather than the end of it. I’ve navigated the sharp edges of legal threats, the exhaustion of mental warfare, and the eerie, lingering shadows of proxy stalking. I have watched the tactics shift, and the pressure mount, but a strange thing happened: I stopped freezing.

I have found a new kind of strength—one that doesn’t need to beat its chest. I will not bow in fear, but I also refuse to lose myself in the noise. I won’t be silenced, yet I have learned that speaking up isn’t always the answer. There is a profound, holy power in knowing when to be calm, when to be quiet, and when to be unreachable.

I’ve come to realise that I’ve been trying to carry a weight that was never sized for my shoulders. This is God’s battle. For a long time, I thought I was the protagonist of this tragedy, fighting for a climax where the hero wins and the villain falls. But we are not the main characters. We are part of a much older, much larger story. We are the “case studies”—the living examples of endurance that contribute to a long-term change we might not even live to see.

I’ve had to make peace with a hard truth: Our story might never be resolved. There may be no courtroom scene where the truth is shouted from the rooftops. Our antagonist may walk through life without ever tasting the justice HE deserves, and we, the victims, may never feel the warm sun of public vindication.

And yet, the story is still important.

What we push through today is the fuel for someone else’s tomorrow. We are part of the solution simply by refusing to be destroyed. We are contributing our chapters to God’s narrative, trusting that even the loose ends have a purpose.

One day, the landscape will shift. The reason for this long, exhausting fight will finally be etched into the outcome, and the purpose of our pain will be made evident. On that day, the air will finally reach the bottom of our lungs.

On that day, we will finally breathe again.

It wasn’t about the mirror. It wasn’t a vanity project or a simple desire to get “skinny,” and it certainly wasn’t a sudden aversion to food. Instead, it was a slow, steady descent, a quiet fall into a rabbit hole of profound confusion. In a world that had become chaotic and unrecognisable, the only thing that felt solid was the clinical logic of the food pyramid taught in school. Strict adherence to those rigid “rules” became the only frequency loud enough to quiet JJ’s traumatised brain.

Outside of that control, her life had been hollowed out. She had lost her friends, her social rhythm, and the anchor that kept her steady in a storm. Her family wasn’t a refuge; it was a collective of broken spirits, a revolving door of victims crying in unison, mourning a tragedy that seemed to have no end.

There was no reprieve. There was no safety. Even the peers who might have understood her pain were kept at a distance—protected, as they rightfully should have been, by their own families from the devastation JJ’s family simply couldn’t avoid. In the vacuum left by that isolation, the rules of what to eat and what to avoid became more than just a diet. They became the only walls she had left to lean on when the rest of her world had collapsed.

Movement became the only release. Workouts grew more intense—harder, faster, never-ending—until the physical exertion was the only thing that could drown out the mental noise. By the time September rolled around, JJ’s health had plummeted. The compulsion to move was so relentless, so powerful, that words of peace could no longer reach her.

In early September 2025, we found ourselves trapped in the red tape of healing. To qualify for counselling funding—assistance necessitated by the trauma of having been part of “the cult” under Austin—JJ was required to meet with a representative from the CCC counselling trust. Let’s call her Julie.

I had begged the trust to provide assistance without the additional torture of forcing a child to regurgitate her trauma, but the process was unyielding. In desperation, I took JJ to the meeting with Julie. She sat there, vulnerable, sharing her story and her pain. But instead of providing a bridge to recovery, Julie directed JJ to lay the blame for her mental struggles squarely on us—her parents—and our involvement in victim advocacy.

JJ, navigating the complexities of ASD and then-undiagnosed ADHD, did what any suffering teenager would do in that high-pressure seat. She agreed. Yes, the family dynamics had taken a toll.

We walked out of that meeting with the “official assistance” we needed, but it came wrapped in a crushing weight of labelled guilt. The trust, born from the very damage Austin caused, had diagnosed us as the problem.

It was a blow that levelled me. For years, I had been running from the impact of JJ’s early childhood. I had served the mission; I had given everything, thinking I could carry the weight of everyone else’s damage. I thought I was saving people. I didn’t realise, in that blinding light of service, that I was neglecting my own daughter. To hear that failure codified by a counsellor representing the legacy of our trauma was almost more than I could bear.

Enough. But it wasn’t enough.

The spiral only deepened. As JJ’s medication challenges grew more volatile, the need for a specialist became desperate. Julie eventually emailed me a recommendation, though not before questioning if JJ even truly had an eating disorder—simply because she “looked so well.” It was the classic, dangerous assumption that physical appearance mirrors internal health.

She pointed us toward a local counsellor who supposedly specialised in eating disorders, a professional vetted by both a Christian counselling network and the Butterfly Foundation. We hoped, finally, for a lifeline.

I reached out. I laid everything bare. I shared our history, the impact of the cult, and provided the resources to understand the depth of our situation.

She stayed quiet.

I know she read it; the digital receipts don’t lie. But she never responded.

I am tired now. We are still fighting every single day for JJ’s health and for our own sanity. But I will not stop telling this story. It will no longer be hidden. It will no longer be an enigma. We are stepping out of the shadows, even if we have to do it exhausted.

Rabbits.

Our daughter, JJ, was discharged from the hospital just a week ago—her second extended stint recently. So far this year, she has spent more time in a hospital bed than out of one. Her eating disorder has been so severe that it has physically damaged her heart, leaving her tethered to heart monitors for weeks on end.

The “how” and “why” of this illness is complex, but the catalyst is painfully clear: the trauma of the cult. From her initial entry into this world, to our eventual exit out of the cult, the experience triggered a downward spiral of uncontrollable exercise and rigid eating. To make matters worse, a doubling of her autism medication pushed her even further into a medical emergency zone. For the time being, our 25th anniversary remains uncelebrated; our focus is entirely on survival. But we will find our way back to that milestone. One way or another, we will get there.

Toward the end of last year, we reached a breaking point and sought urgent medication changes that only a pediatrician could authorise. Fluoxetine, which JJ had been taking since she was seven, had been doubled in mid-2025. Instead of easing her anxiety, the increased dose transformed her into a teen who simply couldn’t stop. She couldn’t sit still; she couldn’t stop moving; she couldn’t stop exercising. As her active stress levels spiked, her weight plummeted. We realised the medication was a major trigger in her decline, shifting her from a strong, sporty girl—the kind who would happily steal chips off your plate—into a waif-like figure, who could no longer play her favourite sports or participate and win the school cross-country.

Our first port of call was the pediatrician who had originally diagnosed her with ASD at age seven. But there was a significant hurdle: his new office location.

He was now consulting out of the very building that had destroyed us. It was the place that crushed us, a space haunted by a collision of good and bad memories. Still standing was the ramp where Pastor Austin had once struggled, angrily, to adhere the safety circles to the floor at the base of the ramp.

It was where, on the bottom level of the building, we had written our names and prayers on the bare concrete—words that remained, faded and dusty, even after the medical centre knocked down the interior walls and removed the floor tiles.

Those were the walls we had helped construct and paint; the very ones where we had once anchored our hopes and our entire future.

Building a hope and a future…

Now, those same walls seemed to hold the answers to our future peace once again, though in a radically different capacity. This time, the solution was medical, a path the “Master” had never really encouraged, favouring the mantra of “working it out through faith instead.”

I remember when Pastor Austin and his wife, Celia, dropped by our house unannounced during the COVID lockdowns. I had shared our struggles with them. How JJ desperately needed help and how her neurodivergence was being pushed to the limit by the absence of school. Back then, I only had a fraction of the picture; I didn’t yet know the full extent of her diagnosis.

Austin and Celia had recently completed a “brain pathways” course, having paid $3,000 to qualify as “brain neuro specialists.” When I mentioned how difficult it was to find a psychologist who truly understood JJ’s needs, they were quick to offer a solution. They told me they could simply sit down with her for a while and “fix her.”

No, thank you. Absolutely not.

Now, we were back at the ‘church not church’, standing in the very place where the walls had once groaned and shifted, eventually exploding and leaving us in a heap on the floor.

December 2025

We climbed the steps together, tracing the path of our own permanent imprints. JJ’s footprints had been here since birth. Somewhere behind the garden beds, a tiny, missing Nike baby shoe might still be hidden—last glimpsed while she sat on Pastor Austin’s lap on these very steps. We were back at the building we used to call home, but this time, we were just aliens in a place that no longer belonged to us.

The double doors slid open with a hauntingly familiar sound, the exact same cadence we had grown accustomed to over the previous decade. It was the rhythm of our old life: in and out, up and down, day and night, night and day. Every hiss of the sensor was a mechanical echo of 15 years spent within those walls.

JJ and I walked up the ramp, approaching our memories and facing each one with as much strength as we could muster. JJ asked to wait at the top of the steps, while I approached the front desk of the pediatrician. A kind, professional woman greeted me. I let her know we were here to see Dr Gall. She said he would be with us momentarily. By the time the Dr called us in, JJ had been standing quietly out in the foyer for more than five minutes. A short span of time, but long enough for the tears to be flowing from her eyes into puddles on that familiar floor. I gathered her up in my arms, understanding her pain, and guided her into the pediatrician’s office. The entire complex had been redesigned, but the memories remained. I knew where we stood. Somewhere on the boundary of Smitty’s office and the area where the kids had gathered together with Super Cameron at the beginning of each service. The roped off kids’ area. We were close to Pastor Austin’s keyboard, but probably sitting in the space where the fake plants and large lightstand adorned the stage.

As Dr. Gall began to speak, JJ’s tears wouldn’t stop. He paused, asking gently what was wrong.

“I miss my friends…” JJ trailed off, the ramp held memories of giggles and laughter shared after the service.

“It’s this place...” I exhaled, my own PTSD likely burning behind my eyes.

“What, the medical centre?” he asked, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

“No... this place,” I said, my voice hardening with more force. “Terrible things happened in this place.”

He blinked, a look of sudden, sombre understanding crossing his countenance, and we moved on with the appointment. We adjusted her medications and carved out a plan for the Christmas holidays, praying for a reprieve for our family and a physical turning point for JJ. As we prepared to leave, I caught JJ by the shoulders and asked her to wait a moment while I used the restroom.

The same restroom.

There on the wall was the baby change table—a strange monument frozen in time. I had funded it myself because the commercial versions were too expensive. I remember finding it on Gumtree and driving for many kilometres to collect it while heavily pregnant with JJ. I brought it back to the church where it lived then, and where it still lives now. JJ’s baby change table.

I washed my hands and pressed the button on the dryer. It was the exact same machine. It whirred with the same mechanical groan it had for over a decade, its last “test and tag” sticker acting as a dusty testament to its antiquity: 2010.

JJ was waiting for me as I stepped out of the time capsule. We descended the stairs we had trodden a million times before, passed through the double doors, and headed for the car. As we pulled away, the tyres hit the metal drain with a familiar kaplunk-kaplunk—muted now, fixed, not nearly as loud as it used to be. The crows cawed and screeched from their perch on the bins behind Chemist Warehouse as we drove past.

We tore out of that parking lot, desperate for change. Hopeful, despite everything, for a better year to come.

But it wasn’t to be so…

Part 2 coming soon. When I can bring myself to write. And formulate a few more words.

And breathe, breathe for just a little.

I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the moments when His voice has broken through. I have watched Him move the pieces on the chessboard of our lives with sacred precision. I have seen His love permeate the deepest recesses of our hearts during those seasons when we felt we truly couldn’t breathe.

But because I know the real, I have also learned to recognise the counterfeit. I am well aware that calling it out won’t make me popular. But I am choosing clarity over comfort.

For over two decades, we were subjected to “forced prophecy.” These weren’t moments of holy anticipation where one might wonder if God would speak; instead, they were instances of manufactured messages, shoved down our throats until we choked on them.

If we dared to hesitate or question, we were forced to “discuss” the word with the MASTER until our resistance was worn down. We were coerced until we had no choice but to accept its relevance to our lives. In this system, the burden wasn’t on God to fulfil His word; it was “our job” to force those prophecies into existence.

We were expected to make them happen, even if they broke us.

Even if they killed us.

These “words from God” were used to dictate every facet of our existence, often with devastating results:

• Financial Chains: We were told to “stay put” in financial bondage, convinced it was a sacrifice for the Master’s Kingdom.

• A Broken Dream: We were pressured to change our jobs and upend our lives to serve a vision that wasn’t ours, but a fragmented dream of another’s making.

• The Wedge of Isolation: We were proclaimed “broken.” We were told our family didn’t understand us—a complete lie. In reality, our family has been our rock amid this chaos.

• Identity Distortion: My husband was given “words” that completely contradicted his personality and skills—false readings based on what was “seen” rather than what was “known.”

On the surface, these prophecies looked real. They had just enough “detail” to seem godly. But looking back, the source was earthly, not heavenly. This information was harvested from social media and gleaned from private conversations by the one who wanted to control it all.

It was a brilliant, albeit cruel, strategy: use the “prophetic” to build one man’s kingdom while utterly decimating our own lives and our family.

I am choosing to speak now because the truth matters. God’s voice is meant to bring life, even when it challenges us. But when “prophecy” is used to bypass consent, ignore reality, and destroy families, it isn’t God speaking. It’s a counterfeit—and it’s time we called it by its name.

• FALSE PROPHET

• WOLF

Below is the first prophecy ever spoken over us by Gary and Sarah Morgan, dating back to 2009.

In the posts to follow, I am going to break this down. My intention isn’t to dismantle God’s truth, but to bring much-needed clarity to the works of man. This prophecy was false. It was empty, and it remains unfulfilled because it was never authored by God.

While Gary and Sarah’s “words” became eerily more specific in the years that followed, this first one was different. It was a mess—it always has been, and it always will be.

When we originally took this prophetic word to “The MASTER” to unpack it—explaining that it didn’t sit right in our spirits—we weren’t met with discernment. Instead, we were told it was our responsibility to bring THE WORD to fruition. The message was clear: it was up to us to force this prophecy to life.

PROPHETIC WORD - GARY AND SARAH MORGAN - 2009

Amen. Let’s remind me names - Karen and… Stuart and Karen. Father, we, we thank you for Stuart and Karen. We thank you for their heart. We thank you for their life. Yeah. And this fits you both, but it’s, um, it’s seen in, in, in both of you in different ways. It’s like, um, God’s gonna invade your ical.

It’s almost like everything is being set in order. This is how it’s gonna happen. This is when it’s gonna happen, and this is how it’s gonna happen. And, and really God’s invaded it because things you you’d sort of said would happen in certain times, haven’t happened in certain times, and then you’ve almost been in a place of saying, God, it’s almost like we’re on pause.

God. It’s like we, we, it’s like it’s things are not playing out. It’s like, God, the, the tape’s being screwed. God, my Ical isn’t, isn’t aligning your plan isn’t aligning with my plan. And God says he’s invading your, your Ical He’s invading your schedule because your schedule is not his schedule.

That’s right. And and I really believe for you is, is, um, Carolyn, Karen, Karen, Karen for you. I really believe the Lord really wants to, to say, um, hope deferred makes the heart sick. And, and even though sometimes it’s, it’s almost like. There’s, there’s been a hope in your life that’s, that’s been deferred.

You’re constantly being deferred and the Lord saying, I’m bringing something out right now that isn’t gonna cause your heart to be sick no longer, but it’s gonna allow your heart to be a wellspring of life that is gonna even be seen in your continence as the Lord. And God says, you’re, you’re literally, you’re gonna walk in an atmosphere of possibilities, not an atmosphere of impossibilities.

And I want to declare over you right now, the report of Man is Not the Report of Heaven the same way as the timing of man is not the timing of heaven. And I just want to declare over you right now, and I just saw, I just, and this is how I see it, is I just saw like God just drop, just dropping, just dropping as truth is being dropped in your life right now.

And, uh, God wants to release that truth in and through you. And I really believe Karen God is, is gonna start, not to just delight himself in you, but he’s gonna delight himself around you. I saw a massive suitcase next to you and it’s all almost like, people call it baggage, but I also saw it inside that suitcase.

There’s a lot of dreams and there was a lot of hopes that you felt you had to put down. Particularly when you guys got married, it’s almost like you, you put some stuff down and God’s saying there’s a season coming where you’re gonna pick them up, but you’re not, you are not gonna pick them up. You guys are gonna pick them up.

Yeah. And I really believe there’s gonna be hopes and dreams that are gonna become reality because it’s, it’s like you guys have walked in promise, but now it’s time to walk in fulfillment. It’s like, it’s almost like you’ve got fed up in hearing the word. Don’t tell me. I know you’ve got fed up in hearing the word.

Now it’s time to, to move from promise to fulfillment and God’s realeasing. And I think you need to know that more than this guy. But there’s some things that this guy needs know as well. And Stuart, I really believe the Lord is, is um, is starting to fashion you, uh, really in a way of, um, I saw people have have molded you, but it’s like God’s fashioning you.

And God says, don’t allow mold to become a fashion. But I allow the fashions of the Lord to be something that is established within your life. Yeah. And I really saw you like, um, yeah, it’s, you’re like a Peter, but you’re also like a Thomas. You know, you’re ready to step out when there’s a bit of a doubt there.

And it’s like sometimes just like, God. Yeah. Yeah. Well, wait a minute. I’ve gotta, I’ve gotta analyze this. And God is, is taking a a, a left brain sort of person and creating a right brain environment. He’s taking someone who is, who is trying to work it out to begin to walk it out. Lemme say that again. God is taking you from a place of working and it out to walking it out.

And I really believe that’s gonna be a truth that’s gonna be established in your life right now. And I also felt for you is, is um, yeah, God is, is gonna give you a solid identity. You are gonna know who you are and whose you are, you’re gonna know where you’re from. That is, it’s not the, the, the bloodline of this world, but it’s, it’s a heavenly inheritance and I really felt You have an older brother.

Yeah. Okay. There’s, there’s something between you and your older brother that God’s gonna begin to start dealing here with, and it, it’s almost like there’s not a shadow anymore, and it’s everything that you felt that is, is contrary to conflicting with. And it’s almost like, God, I just wish you would just sort it out.

I just wish you would just put it to peace or, or whatever that that entails. God’s gonna start working from the inside out in you. But even though you’ve tried to change everything on the outward, God is saying, I’m gonna start changing it from the inward that is gonna cause that which is on the outward to change.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Father, right now I just declare whatever his older brother is right now. I declare an arresting in the spirit. Father, right now I declare an invasion of your glory, an invasion of your presence, father, an invasion of your truth and your grace Lord to envelope whatever situation and circumstances he’s in right now.

And I just declare a shift. Father God, I just declare him to come, Lord, that you haven’t given him a spirit of fear, but one of love, power and a sound mind. I declare a sound mind over him right now. I declare a, is this something to do with his mind? I just see something with his mind, the way he thinks, not just the way he thinks, but also his way.

It’s about himself. And I saw the Lord just shifting now within him, it’s almost like his thinking pattern, the way he thinks has totally shifted around. Yes Lord, and God’s gonna take the worry that is on your heart and he’s gonna turn it into worship. He’s gonna take the concern and he’s gonna reveal his covenant.

So Father, right now. Lord for both Stuart and Karen, I just declare your fullness right now. Yes, Lord in Jesus name. I just declare. And as I know in the natural this move you’re gonna take, I just declare over that, that favor and open doors will take place. Amen. That, that you will, you would find yourself short in no good thing.

But I declare an abundance over you right now. Yes, Lord. In Jesus name. Lord, I thank you for the balancing. Lord, I thank you for the scales that are over their lives. And Lord, I thank you. You are the one that’s balancing them. Yeah. Not man. Balancing them, Lord. Lord. Everything that doesn’t add up and the natural adds up.

Yeah. In your counting system. Father, I thank you for the balance even between the two of them. Lord, I thank you. Things will balance. Lord, the vision will balance Lord, the, the, the unity between them will balance. Lord, father, I just thank you for the wow, for the balance that’s coming to their lives, Lord, things that wow Lord, the circumstances that have almost outweighed the things of what you’ve asked them to do.

Father, I thank you. For the promise. Yeah. Lord, I thank you for the promise that you’ve given them. Yeah, Lord, I thank you for the manifestation of that promise. Lord, thank you for the fulfillment that’s on their lives. And Lord, I just thank you for justice. Lord, I thank you. Anything that’s been wrong, they’ve been done hard by Father, I thank you that you’re restoring them.

Father right now in Jesus, name.

I just see a really divine unity between you guys and I don’t know, and that’s the balance I keep seeing, but I really believe God’s gonna cause a unity between you that is gonna speak to couples and to um, families like. It’s, it’s a miraculous supernatural marriage. It’s not only a marriage of convenience or a marriage of, Hey, I like you and you like me.

Let’s get married. There is a supernatural marriage. There is a purpose, yeah. That God has put upon your lives. And it’s not just ‘cause you guys thought it was a good idea. It was a God idea. There is an approval upon your marriage. And of your covenant that no man can separate. Yeah. Father, I thank you for that.

Lord, I thank you for the destiny upon their lives, Lord, not just Stuart’s life and not just Karen’s life, but their life as one father. And I bless that unity, and Lord, I bless that marriage, Lord, that is a match made in heaven Father, and I just say, Lord, I thank you that you are gonna cause them to prosper in everything, even as their soul prospers, Lord.

Amen. Lord, I thank you that they will be fruitful in everything they put their hand to. Yeah. Thank you Lord, in Jesus’ name. Thank you Lord. Amen. Amen.

In my future posts, I will clarify the sheer absurdity of these words. I’ll explain why they weren’t just false, but were actively detrimental—shaping our past in ways that nearly sabotaged our future.

We were young, eager, and deeply committed to the vision of our church. When our leader, Pastor Austin, sat us down to share what he called a “divine strategy,” we didn’t see a financial contract; we saw a spiritual calling. He told us we were like the Israelites standing on the edge of the Jordan River. The “Promised Land” was a $2.8 million property, a massive headquarters that would put our movement on the map.

But there was a problem. The church had no savings. No collateral. No earthly way to secure a loan of that magnitude.

The Word from “The Prophet”

To bridge the gap between reality and the dream, Pastor Austin introduced us to The Prophet.

The Prophet was a man of influence in “New Apostolic” circles, years before any of us had even heard the term “NAR.” He was a master of the stage, known for his uncanny accuracy, his clever, rhythmic wordplay, and an almost eerie ability to “see” into a person’s future.

During a casual coffee meeting between Pastor Austin, another local pastor, and The Prophet, a “word” was released. It wasn’t just a suggestion; it was a mandate that Pastor Austin gripped tighter than a captain at the helm of the Starship Enterprise. He treated that prophecy like a warp-speed command to propel us into a new frontier, ignoring the structural integrity of the ship—and the lives of the crew—to chase a vision that had been validated by a “pirate” of the prophetic world.

• You will be given an offer, and ‘dude’, it’s large.

• You will sign three specific documents.

• Do not trust in the “economy of man,” but trust in the “economy of heaven.”

For the more senior leaders with serious concerns, this word was the ultimate silencer. To question the math was now seen as questioning God. To ask for a financial audit was to have a “spirit of fear.”

The Joshua Narrative

Pastor Austin leaned heavily into the story of Joshua and the Twelve Spies. He told us that the older leaders who were “hesitant” were like the ten faithless spies who saw giants and wanted to retreat. He turned to us, the young, loyal elders, and asked if we had the “Spirit of Caleb.”

He told us he wouldn’t move forward without “unity.” It sounded like he was giving us a choice, but the pressure was invisible and crushing. If we said no, we were the ones stopping the move of God. We were the ones “blocking the heavens.”

In the end, the older leaders with the most experience walked away, unable to stomach the risk. That left us, young, idealistic, and financially green. Pastor Austin looked at us and said that since the church had no collateral, we would need to be the personal guarantors on the $2.8 million loan.

Guided by the “Prophet’s” word and Pastor Austin’s “apostolic authority,” we were led to the edge of a cliff. Even when our own legal counsel stepped in, explicitly advising against the move and highlighting the massive personal risk, the spiritual pressure overrode the professional warnings. We were told to have "faith over fear," and so, despite the red flags waving in our faces, we signed under duress.

When the “Heavenly Economy” Crashes

Years later, the curtain has been pulled back.

The Prophet, whose words we treated as scripture, has been publicly called out by international watchdogs and prophetic councils alike. It turns out his “revelations” weren’t coming from the throne of God, but from data mining and psychological manipulation. The “three documents” weren’t a miracle; they were just the standard paperwork of any commercial real estate deal.

As the building project began to buckle under the weight of its own debt, the narrative changed. When things were “good,” the glory went to the Prophet’s word and Austin’s vision. But when the stress became unbearable and the lack of funding reached a crisis point, the blame shifted downward.

Suddenly, it was my fault because I had “found the building.” The Pastor who had coerced us into signing was now washing his hands of the “building stress,” leaving the young loyal amour bearers to carry the weight of a $2.8 million mistake.

The Lesson

This is the hallmark of spiritual abuse in the New Apostolic NAR movement:

1. Weaponised Prophecy: Using “words” to bypass common sense and due diligence.

2. Forced Unity: Making dissent feel like a sin.

3. Risk Transfer: The leader gets the “vision” and the platform, while the followers take the legal and financial liability.

If you are told to ignore your “natural mind” or the “economy of man” to sign a document that puts your family’s future at risk, stop. God gave you a mind to discern and a spirit to sense danger. True shepherds protect their sheep from the wolves; they don’t use the sheep as collateral to build their own empires.

The Promised Land doesn’t require you to sign away your soul, or your credit score, to a man who claims to speak for God but won’t take the risk himself.

Below is the digital trail of a disaster: the email that locked us into millions of dollars of debt and a decade of spiritual confusion.

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Until a public statement was made by an Australian Church and Ministry Organisation.

Gary and Sarah, if you're reading this, you know I could have spoken up earlier. I could have shouted from the rooftops. Because you know, we tried to talk to you. You know that we sought communication with you.

But you rejected us and protected an abuser.

Thank you (@Australian Prophetic Conference and @Glorious Gospel Church) for publicly sharing your investigation and statement.

Australian Prophetic Conference and Glorious Gospel Church

Dear Church,

We have some news to share with you regarding a guest speaker we had minister at our church last year, including ministry at the Australian Prophetic Conference we hosted. The primary reason we feel we must make a statement to our church, and our online audience, is because we platformed this minister- and may have been the gateway to many of you now following his ministry.

We don’t take sharing this news lightly; scripture teaches us to be delicate with such situations:

1 Timothy 5:19-20

Do not entertain an accusation against an elder unless it is brought by two or three witnesses. But those elders who are sinning you are to reprove before everyone, so that the others may take warning.

What we want to bring to the church, is simply what reports had come to us. We ourselves feel unable to make a truth claiming statement about the situation, because of how far removed we are; however after receiving reports we found concerning, we felt it would be irresponsible for us to not at least allow what we’ve heard to be presented to the church we had introduce to his ministry. We present the report as an opportunity for discernment; allowing saints to weigh up the situation themselves and consider how to respond to the situation.

6-7 Weeks ago we received some reports from seemingly credible ministers against Gary Morgan. The report was that, 7-10 years ago, Gary Morgan was accused of using Facebook as a means to gain information on someone before prophesying over them.

As the report goes: there was a couple following Gary’s ministry that noticed a unique recurrence - many times during this year, those being prophesied over were also Facebook users that had RSVP’d or interacted with Facebook Events / Posts leading up to the event Gary was ministering at. To test this theory, this couple decided to create a dummy Facebook account. They used this Facebook account to engage with posts leading up to another conference Gary was ministering at. The report claims that during the conference, Gary gave a “word of knowledge” for a person matching the details of this dummy Facebook account; calling out their name and birth date.

At this point the couple worked with the local leadership to confront Gary. Gary was surprised by the accusation, and maintained he never used Facebook to gather information on attendees for words of knowledge / prophecy. From what we understand, at this point he was removed from the Australian Prophetic Council. We were told he was willing to surrender his electronic devices for forensic investigation, but would only do so if the couple who brought the accusation forward would also surrender their devices (we are unsure why this condition was in place). Later on we discovered that this offer to surrender Gary’s electronic devices for investigation was only given 3 months after the incident took place. According to Gary’s team, the couple who brought the accusation were unwilling to surrender their devices, and so Gary’s devices were also not surrendered for forensic investigation. However according to the couple, they were indeed willing to surrender their devices.

When the reports came to us (only parts of the story above), we immediately reached out to Gary.

We believe it is important we not simply receive accusations, but also reach out to the accused, to hear both sides of the story.

About 4 weeks ago, we engaged in a zoom call with Gary, and what seemed to be two of his ministry elders.

In the call, they maintained that Gary never used Facebook to prophesy over anyone, and this was an isolated accusation; one that is now 7-10 years old.

They were not willing to share the full details of the incident, however they encouraged us to reach out to other parties involved and finish our investigation. In this meeting however, Gary’s team requested to be informed by the end of day if we wanted to keep Gary booked for ministry in 2026. We decided that it would be irresponsible for us to clear Gary for ministry in our circles prior to completing our investigation, in light of what had been brought to us - so we cancelled all bookings with Gary that same day.

Over the last few weeks, in the process of reaching out to other parties involved, and having the number of testimonies from seemingly credible witnesses only increase (including reports from ministers such as Ben Fitzgerald) - it became harder to simply take Gary at his word over the word of several others; others in ministry that carry a seeming weight of credibility, people we would consider to “know” as well as we “know” Gary. It was during this time of reaching out to others, that we finished piecing together the report we gave above.

We ourselves feel it became difficult to land on a truth claim for a situation we were removed from, however we feel responsibility to bring the testimony to the church- rather than keep things hidden.

Ultimately we pray those more closely involved would complete the Matthew 18 journey, and bring a warning to the church if they believe there is warning to be brought. If these accusations are falsified in any way, we pray that the falsification would also be brought to light.

Our counsel to GGC is this: that upon hearing both sides of the story, we ourselves believe wisdom would be to walk in caution; and until a resolution or public testimony has been provided- it seems right for us to part ways with Gary’s ministry. This event has reminded us how valuable and important it is to engage in ministry through relationship - and not just “ministry association”. There are many ministers we walk in deep relationship with, that we also enjoy the deep trust and integrity of. In a season where it can feel like a struggle to trust others in ministry, we must lean into deeper relationships as the vehicle for ministry operation.

There is more behind the decision we’ve made, that we don’t believe is yet necessary to disclose; including more details to the wider story - but we encourage you to lean into our counsel on the matter. Upon considering reports from both sides, events surrounding the incident, and even how we encountered people on the different sides of this situation, we were left with a sense that this is something we have responsibility to bring to the church.

After approaching one of the witnesses in our investigation, it seems they came to a realisation that they should’ve been more public with this previously - so they reached out to a YouTuber Mike Winger, and since then news of this has begun going more public.

One of our disappointments: is that if what Gary was accused of is true, why those involved did not feel responsible to make known what took place, to warn the church. However, as we have come towards the end of our investigation, there seems to be a context to the way things were done - whether right or wrong.

We only finished our investigation this past Friday (13th March 2026) at our most recent elders meeting; and have now had the opportunity to bring it to you the church.

We want to be clear: we did not know of this accusation prior to inviting Gary for ministry, and within weeks of finding out made moves to reach out, and subsequently remove association with him. We have since made a statement to our leaders, our church, and now the church beyond our local context; those who’ve been in partnership with GGC through ministry, or conferences we’ve hosted.

The reason we bring this news to you:

1. GGC / APC will be taking caution around Gary’s ministry, and at least seasonally be parting ways.

2. This is not a call to write-off any words you have received from Gary; but we do encourage you to reprocess them in the light of this news, with the appropriate parties (scripture, leaders, church family, and so on)

3. We invite you to be praying for Gary, and his family - and the circles of churches and ministries more closely involved with this situation. Ultimately Gary, and those who have brought reports against him (we believe in confidence), are our brothers/sisters in Christ - family. We wrestle not against flesh and blood, so let us expose darkness, wherever it is- that our brothers would be redeemed and Jesus would be glorified.

We love Gary. We love the church. We pray that in all of this; Jesus would be glorified and the church would only grow in maturity, and unity, into the full stature of Christ.

With Love,

The GGC Eldership Team

There is a reason why people are unable to go public or seek help — primarily because they are kept in the dark. They are controlled by a ‘higher authority’ that protects ‘the prophet,’ perpetuating a cycle of abuse and control. I have a story, but I can’t tell it all right now, and this isn’t because of a lack of trying. I’m also shocked by the response from Gary Morgan’s board, one of whom was and is deeply involved in our own church investigation and its outcome over the past few years.

https://garyandsarah.org/statement

Statement Regarding Recent
Claims About Gary Morgan

Recently, concerns about Gary Morgan and his ministry have been shared publicly online. We recognise that for many, this conversation has been unsettling and has stirred up real pain. Because those statements are now part of the public conversation, we want to respond to ensure that those who are trying to make sense of what they’ve heard have a fuller picture.

Before anything else, we want to speak directly to people who may be sitting with pain, confusion, or disorientation right now. If you have followed Gary’s ministry and are uncertain what to make of these claims, we understand. If you received a word from Gary and are now questioning what that meant or whether it was real, your uncertainty is legitimate and deserves to be taken seriously. These are not
small questions. They touch people’s faith, their experiences of God, and their sense of safety in
Christian community.

We also want to acknowledge those who have brought concerns forward. Coming forward is costly. It requires courage. Whatever questions remain about the process or its outcome, we honour that courage, and we do not take it lightly.

Our hope in everything that follows is to add clarity in the midst of uncertainty, not to shut down legitimate questions.

We want to say clearly: the fraudulent use of social media to manufacture prophetic words is a genuine and serious problem in parts of the charismatic church. We do not condone it. We would not defend it. The integrity of prophetic ministry matters deeply to us, and that conviction shapes everything that follows.

It is precisely because this issue is serious that the process for examining accusations must also be serious; careful, fair, and resistant to the pressure of public momentum. What we offer below is not a defence of prophetic ministry in general, or of Gary’s innocence as a settled matter. It is a commitment to ensuring the record is accurate and the process is fair.

In light of the questions that have arisen following these posts, we want to address two issues:

1. The accusation that Gary used social media to data mine personal information and present it as revelation from God.

2. Past boundary violations in Gary’s life.

A claim circulating online suggests that Gary used social media to gather personal information about individuals and then presented that information as prophetic revelation.

The situation referenced occurred in 2016, while Gary was ministering at a church service. During a time of ministry, he shared several words of knowledge, including calling out a name and date that no one in the room responded to. He continued by sharing what he believed was a prophetic word, in case the individual was watching the event online.

After this session, the pastor told Gary that a member of staff had brought an accusation against him. This staff member had created a fake Facebook profile with the same name and date that Gary called out, believing this was evidence that Gary had used social media to identify them in advance. Gary denied that accusation.

Despite his denial, the accusations escalated, and others were brought in to investigate. The investigation concluded without finding evidence to support the accusations. Gary’s accusers chose not to proceed to the examination of his electronic devices (an examination Gary actively invited), and the process ended there. We are left with an unresolved accusation and Gary’s consistent denial. We recognise that for some, this will not be satisfying. We share that same desire for greater clarity, and we remain open to any process that could provide it.

In the ten years since this accusation, we have not received additional concerns about the integrity of Gary’s ministry. Even so, allegations involving ministry leaders should be examined carefully. If anyone has information that should be reviewed, we invite them to come forward. We would welcome the involvement of independent leaders along with the board so that any review is conducted transparently and with appropriate accountability. Our commitment as a board is to pursue truth, to honour the name of Christ, and to uphold integrity in ministry.

We recognise that when discussing any moral failure publicly, several complexities require careful consideration. Our first concern in situations like this is the dignity, well-being, and privacy of third parties affected. This limits the facts that can be shared, which we acknowledge can look like an attempt to cover up, minimise, or otherwise obscure what actually happened. Further, when context (or detail) is shared, it can also sound like an appeal to excuse intent or minimise sin.

With these complexities acknowledged, we share this in a wholehearted effort to be transparent about what took place, not to excuse what happened. We want to be clear that Gary held no leadership role in this woman’s life. We name this not to minimise his sin, but to ensure the facts are stated plainly so nothing is hidden through imprecise language. Gary and his wife, Sarah, have shared information about this situation publicly several times and have requested that it be shared now, but we recognise this may be new information for many.

In 2008, Gary acted inappropriately with a married woman. Their interactions crossed physical and emotional boundaries. While no sexual intercourse or oral sex took place, the nature of those interactions constituted sexual sin and moral failure. Gary confessed what had happened to his wife, Sarah and to the leaders in their lives at that time. While Gary and Sarah followed the advice given by their leaders, unfortunately, it was unhelpful. They were effectively told not to speak about this anymore and to forgive, forget, and simply move on with their lives.

Ten years later, in 2018, Gary and the same woman began messaging each other on social media and in private. While there was no physical contact between the two, they did exchange flirtatious and inappropriate messages. After three weeks of messaging, Gary confessed to Sarah again, and then brought the matter to Peter McHugh, Gary and Sarah’s pastor. Through his conversations with Peter, Gary came to understand that the messaging was rooted in the events from a decade earlier.

Gary began weekly counselling with a licensed psychologist and remained in therapy for more than two years. Peter met with Gary and Sarah consistently for one year in a pastoral context. In addition, Gary and Sarah received ministry through Restoring the Foundations, a ministry focused on prayer, inner healing, and deliverance. During this time, Gary ceased all international travel and reduced his ministry involvement to helping teach at their school, which Sarah oversaw. In 2019, with Peter’s supervision, Gary returned to limited national and international ministry.

Gary names his actions as they are: sexual sin and moral failure. He has confessed these sins to his wife, his leaders, his close friends, and, most importantly, to Jesus. In addition, he has sought care from licensed professionals, ministry from seasoned believers and lives openly and humbly, sharing these failures when teaching on the mercy of God.

We recognise that statements like this cannot resolve every question. Our hope is that the facts shared here help bring clarity, and that any remaining concerns can be examined carefully and honestly wherever the truth leads.

Gary & Sarah Morgan - Founders, School of Prophets
Peter McHugh - Founding Pastor, Stairway Church, Melbourne
Alyn Jones - Senior Pastor, Goodly Church, Nashville

It’s shocking that Gary’s past remained undisclosed, especially given how deeply he impacted our lives in a manipulative way, in partnership with our abuser. To be told to TRUST someone who concealed this is unbelievable. They held the keys to victim statements, deep traumatic memories, and fears, yet they continue to be part of that process, with their connection and protection linked to another perpetrator involved in our abuse.

The public sharing has also revealed hidden secrets within Gary’s ‘board.’ Knowledge that he was prophesying over our own church and us, and over our dangerous leader and friends, while secretly dealing with sexual sin and moral failings in his marriage, is truly frightening.

Moreover, as he continued to be the ‘go-to prophet’ and the ‘substitute pastor’ from 2009 until 2023, when our own pastor was asked to resign by the elders but refused is more than terrifying.

To watch Gary publicly elevate our abusive, dangerous CEO pastor while victims watched from a safe house was heartbreaking. We tried reaching out to Gary, hoping that after so many years of knowing us as friends and church leaders, he would seek out the victims’ stories instead of siding with the abusive leaders’ narrative. Instead, he didn’t reach out; when I tried multiple times, in my broken and traumatised state, to initiate a conversation, he attacked me privately and removed me from his Facebook.

I hadn’t been able to share this — and much more — publicly due to legitimate fears, reasons, and the need for self-protection.

The public post by the Australian Prophetic Conference has given me the courage to share this small part of our devastation. I’ll leave it there. While I appreciate people like Mike Winger reaching out privately and welcome his contact, beyond that, I must protect my family and myself from further attacks and stress, especially at a time when our focus needs to be on their safety and well-being.

More can be found here (I have no involvement in this publication or what is posted): https://churchwatchcentral.com/2026/03/21/australian-prophetic-council-and-the-prophetic-grift-of-gary-morgan-exposed/

God is shining a bright light into the spaces where counterfeit LEDs were glowing.

Tonight, for my birthday, we had dinner at my parents' house. My dad proudly showed off their new ‘skylight’ he’d installed over the weekend. We looked up into a blue sky and saw a bright light. But then he showed us the remote control. He switched off the ‘skylight’ completely. It went from ‘daylight’ to nothing. It was fake. The lights inside, along with the mirrors and effects, only mimicked daylight. My dad even demonstrated how the colour temperature could change from daylight to sunset.

Cool gadget. But not real.

The light that shone was counterfeit. Just like this… everything. Every rock is being overturned. Every false prophet, false teacher, false pastor.

God’s truth is unveiling the fake skylights.

It’s been another three weeks of hospital beds. Three weeks of trying to breathe and the constant feeling that I’m about to completely lose my mind.

But we had to stay solid for her. She’s in the fight of her life right now. She’s winning—she will win—but not because the hospital system “got” her. They didn’t (quite). She’s winning because we fought for her. Because we demanded the right diagnosis and some actual understanding. They kept her “physically safe,” sure, but she left a shell. Just a broken pot waiting for someone to finally sweep up the pieces and try to put her back together.

Home. Now.

The road ahead is still long. We still have to keep her safe, but we’re doing it differently now, in the light of who she actually is and what she actually needs. One day, what she’s going through is going to change someone else’s world.

She’s a warrior.

We’re a family of warriors. Broken, exhausted, and under attack, but still standing. Just... quietly standing. We’re right on the edge of fainting, but we haven’t dropped yet.

We have our family back. The tornadoes are still screaming around us, and they aren’t stopping, but we’re just holding on. Holding so tight, together.

Tonight we finally rest and breathe as a family reunited.

But I led her inside regardless. Because what else is there? Only the hope of a hug. The necessity of love. The bridge of support. The lifeline of friendship.

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At 31/32 years old, we were stepping into the unknown—we had no idea if this would be a safe or risky pregnancy. We were in the “danger zone” of the first trimester, that delicate window where every stressor feels like a threat to the heartbeat we were only just beginning to trust.

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3rd June 2011 - The Mansion

She was born under a haze of conflict and confusion, an infant initiated into a cult she never signed up for. I was a mother perpetually braced to put out fires, …

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My mind is exploding; my pen is ice. My heart cycles through breaking and mending so fast I can hardly feel the difference anymore.

I understand so much more now, but the realisation has turned me to ash. I am authoring, but the pages stay hidden.

Writing happens here, in the hospital room, in the slivers of time next to her bed.

The truth is too clear to be real. I’m speaking in lines that feel written for a screen, living a tragedy that feels like a movie based on a story I used to know.

And now, there is only the rhythm of the watch. Tick. Tock. The seconds are heavy.

She charts the minutes and hours between meals.

I am the silent witness to the second hand’s crawl, praying for the sentence that ends this exile and turns the 'patient' back into my daughter.

The hospital is a cage, but our old home is a ghost. I am standing in the wreckage of two worlds, waiting for a third one to begin.

Home is the sound of paws on the porch and the feeling of the sun breaking through. It’s the messy, loud, living grace of a family reunion on our own ground.

This coming moment—the doorstep, the dogs, the light—will be a joyous reprieve in the script of our lives.

I’ve learned to trust the Author; He has already designed the ending. And while every good film has its sequels, I am learning to find my breath in the breaks between the scenes.

By now, the whiplash should be second nature. Yet, we remain a magnet for the monumental—the plot twists that leave us pale white and the soaring highs that keep us breathing. It seems 'quiet' isn't in our current vocabulary; we are living in the thick of a grand, unfolding epic script.

I need to write…

Eventually, the house lights will come up, and the full screenplay will be yours to read. For now, I am living the scenes; one day, I will tell the whole story.

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Unmasking Wonderland was just the beginning…

I no longer belong.
Become, Believe, Belong.

For so long, I was indebted to the system.
Or rather, I was trapped by the design.

I thought it was freedom
When it was bondage.

I thought it was truth,
When it was falsehood.

I thought it was love,
When it was expectation.

I thought it was vision,
When it was destruction.

I thought it was life,
But it was decimation.

I thought it was future,
But it was past.

I thought it was real,
But it was…. Not…. real….

I thought it was family,
But it was anathema.

I thought it was safety,
But it was forgery.

I thought it was God,
But it was. Not.

I thought it was gospel,
But it was apostasy.

I thought I was Home.

But I was….

After a year of focused work—and a lifetime of preparation—our story is being released into the wild. This is the book I was destined to write. I still remember the moment I dialled his number to share “our vision,” only to have him share “his.”

“With God’s Help, I will do my best to serve God, my church…” — The Royal Ranger Pledge

It felt like it started there, twenty years ago. But in truth, the roots go much deeper. It began with the Royal Ranger code I recited as a child: 5. Loyal - Faithful to church, family, outpost and friends. 6. Obedient - Obeys parents, leaders, and those in authority.

I want to be clear: I had incredible leaders back then. I loved them, and I still do. They poured into my life with genuine care, and I am forever thankful. But there is a hidden danger in being raised to be perfectly “Ready, Ready to Work, Play, Serve, Obey.” When your leaders are safe and good, all is well. But what happens when they are not?

That early training in devotion is exactly what made me so susceptible to a charismatic leader with a grand vision and a desire to have the world at his feet.

Tomorrow is the soft release of Unmasking Wonderland. It is now available to the world—to him, and to everyone involved.

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My hope is simple: That my story prevents someone else’s. I want the passionate, loyal, and hopeful young leaders currently rising through the ranks—whether in conservative circles, Pentecostal churches, or high-control groups—to witness our journey and learn from our mistakes. I want them to see that another trail is available.

We lived our path, and we don’t regret it. We were meant to be here, in this moment, to tell the truth.

I’ll share more when the print copies arrive. For now, breathe slowly with me. This is it.

Unmasking Wonderland

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The question became a constant refrain from Austin: “When are you finally going to move over here to join Evermore Church?”

Exiting our home church had never been part of the plan, but Austin’s logic was becoming impossible to ignore. The Ranger ministry was officially under the Evermore banner, and our lives were becoming a tangled web of devotion. We were living in a dizzying overlap—Saturdays at Evermore, Sundays at our home church, weekdays with Austin’s leadership team, and the mid-week drive down the mountain to our home group. We were exhausted, running between two worlds, but the gravity of Evermore was stronger.

The pioneering church was a nomad, moving from Austin’s living room to a scout hall, then to a shared auditorium on Saturday afternoons. It needed a footprint. It needed a home.

Kenna was the one who came up with the solution. Her own music classroom was housed in the old portables at the rear of the College—the “backblocks” of the campus, often shrouded in dust and caked in mud. There was enough room for a permanent church staff room and a private office for Austin. With volunteer labour, Kenna’s double classroom could be gutted and reborn as the Evermore auditorium and Ranger Hall.

With that signature exuberance that makes her unstoppable, Kenna did what she does best. She crafted a proposal so convincing that the College leadership couldn’t say no. Before we knew it, Evermore was moving onto the school grounds.

With the church now physically occupying the space where Kenna worked every day, the “choice” to join vanished. We weren’t just partners anymore; we were part of the architecture.

We had inhaled Austin’s vision so deeply that we were breathing it back out as fire. The “Disneyland” dreams, the marketplace influence, the radical future—it had moved from being a phone call to being our oxygen. We didn’t just see a humble portable in the mud; we saw a kingdom outpost.

It felt blessed. It felt inevitable. This was the “God thing” we had been waiting for.

Voice of Kenna

As the months bled into years, the nature of our devotion began to mutate. What had started as a passionate commitment morphed into a heavy attachment, then into a suffocating entrapment, until finally, it was a prison.

The “vision fire” we had once breathed so proudly began to turn. Our lungs felt scorched; the flames died down into rasps of bitter smoke and a disorienting haze. We were no longer building a kingdom—we were just trying to find enough oxygen to survive the next hour.

We looked for the emergency exits, but they were gone. Every door felt boarded up from the inside, and the thick smoke of the community kept us crawling low to the floor, blinded and gasping. We watched as others made their quiet escapes—faces that were there one Sunday and vanished by the next, slipping away into the night without a word.

But that kind of escape was closed to us. We were too visible, too vital, and far too deep to ever simply vanish.

We were the architects of our own confinement. This wasn’t just a church we attended; it was a structure we had helped build with our own hands, our own money, and our own reputations. Every person we had recruited, every dollar we had pledged, and every responsibility we had shouldered became a bar in the cage.

It was our doing. Our involvement. Our complicity. While the world outside moved on, we remained motionless—a family destined to stay lost inside the very walls of Evermore forevermore…