"Pastor " Kong Hee

“Pastor ” Kong Hee in the clink for his ninth day today

"Doctor Phil" Pringle- another crook. Empowering the errant "Pastor" Kong Hee of Harvest Church Singapore who has been sentenced to eight years in prison for gross fraud and deceiving and ripping off his congregants of tens of millions. Over $50 million.

 

“The inmate is then led to the A-shaped frame (called a “caning trestle”) and his wrists and ankles secured tightly to the frame by strong leather straps in such a way that he assumes a bent-over position on the frame at an angle of close to 90° at the hip, with his posterior protruding.

Protective padding is placed on his lower back to protect the vulnerable kidney and lower spine area from any mis-strokes so that only his buttocks are exposed to the cane. The officer administering the caning takes up position beside the frame and delivers the number of strokes specified in the sentence, at intervals of 10 to 15 seconds. He is required to put his full force into each stroke. The strokes are administered all in one caning session, unless the medical officer certifies that the inmate cannot receive any more strokes because of his condition, in which case the rest of the strokes are converted to additional prison time.

After the caning, the inmate is released from the frame and receives medical treatment. Antiseptic lotion is applied and the wounds left to heal. Where a large number of strokes is given, there is long-term scarring of the buttocks.

I was also being told by some of the inmates that the screams of the victims after each stroke of the whip makes one lose all appetite for food. The cane breaks skin and draws blood. Doctors are on hand to administer treatment and to assess if the individual can take more punishment…”

(Extract from part 11 of a Chinese Changi prisoner’s account below)

 

Kong Hee in Changi Prison. Part 11. Raton (Caning Punishment)

Changi Prison is notorious as a World War II Hell-Hole where the Japanese locked up Allied prisoners during WWII after occupying Singapore. Changi Prison was already a Hell-Hole before the Japanese took it to a new inhumane level.

“Pastor” Kong Hee has been sentenced to eight years in Changi Prison for breaching Singapore Church Trust laws by secretly siphoning over USD $30 million from the Harvest Church building fund and using it to finance and promote his wife Ho Yeouw Sun’s pop-star career. She is also known as Sun Ho and her pop-star name is “Geisha”. Asians particularly men have this fantasy about Japanese Geishas.

“Pastor” Kong Hee is also convicted of fraud charges because him and the five other Harvest Church leaders concealed information from and lied to the Singapore investigators.

“Pastor” Kong Hee has been sentenced to eight years in Changi Prison for breaching Singapore Church Trust laws by secretly siphoning over USD $30 million from the Harvest Church building fund and using it to finance and promote his wife Ho Yeouw Sun’s pop-star career. She is also known as Sun Ho and her pop-star name is “Geisha”. Asians particularly men have this fantasy about Japanese Geishas.

“Pastor” Kong Hee is also convicted of fraud charges because him and the five other Harvest Church leaders concealed information from and lied to the Singapore investigators.

Since the mid-1990s “Doctor Phil” Pringle has been “Pastor” Kong Hee’s mentor.

 

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Phil Pringle. CEO of C3 International. Now a doctor. Regarded the pedophile Frank Houston as his spiritual father.

 

Throughout the pop-star career of Sun Ho, “Doctor Phil” Pringle was encouraging, empowering and prophesying over “Pastor” Kong Hee and Sun Ho and saying God was with them in everything to do with her pop-star career and that it will be “a great witness for Jesus” and stuff like that.

By any assessment “Doctor Phil” Pringle is responsible for the next dark passage in “Pastor” Kong Hee’s life.

 

 

"Pastor " Kong Hee

“Pastor ” Kong Hee

 

I looked on line for a prisoner’s description of life in Changi Prison and found the following account of a young Singaporean who spent two months there.

Since the mid-1990s “Doctor Phil” Pringle has been “Pastor” Kong Hee’s mentor.

Below is the eleventh episode of this prisoner’s story- a diarised type account.

I presume “Pastor” Kong Hee hasn’t got raton (caning punishment) as part of his sentence. I include the description of the raton punishment to exemplify the harshness of life in an Asian jail.

This is what “Doctor Phil” Pringle of C3 mega-church has done to “Pastor” Kong Hee.

I have corrected misspelling and added edits as required.

English is spoken in Singapore as the official language but as a second language by Chinese Singaporeans whose main language is Mandarin.

 

Rotan (caning punishment)

“Dear Readers, I have not gone through ‘rotan’ stage so whatever I write here is based on hearsay!

In the prison’s world, the most fearful moment for the inmates beside hanging, is ‘Rotan’ (In Malay language) which means caning. I was being told that ‘rotan’ session is normally done on every Tuesday and Friday of the week.

A convicted male criminal who is between the ages of 18 and 50 and has been certified medically fit by a medical officer may be subjected to judicial caning, receiving a maximum of 24 strokes of the cane on any one occasion, irrespective of the total number of offences committed. If the offender is under 18 he may receive up to 10 strokes of the cane, but a lighter rattan cane will be used in this case.

The convict will not be caned if he has been sentence to death.

Singaporean law allows caning to be ordered for over 30 offences, including hostage-taking, robbery, gang robbery with murder drug use, vandalism, and rioting. Caning is also a mandatory punishment for certain offences such as rape, drug trafficking, illegal, loansharking activities and for visiting foreigners who overstay their visa by more than 90 days, a measure designed to deter illegal immigrant workers.

A rattan cane four feet (1.2 metres) long and half an inch (1.27 cm) thick is used for prison and judicial canings. The cane is soaked in water beforehand to make it heavier and more flexible.

Caning is in practice always ordered in addition to a jail sentence and never as a punishment by itself. It is administered in an enclosed area in the prison, out of view of the public and other inmates. Those present are limited to the inmate, prison wardens, medical officers, the caning officer and sometimes high-ranking prison officials to witness the punishment.

An inmate sentenced to caning receives no advance warning as to when he will be caned, and is notified only on the day his sentence is to be carried out. In the caning room, the inmate is ordered to strip naked and receives a medical examination by the prison doctor to check whether he is medically fit for caning, by measuring his blood pressure and other physical conditions. If the doctor gives the green light, the inmate then receives his caning, but if he is certified unfit for punishment, he is sent back to the court for his prison term to be increased instead. A prison official confirms with him the number of strokes he is to receive.

The inmate is then led to the A-shaped frame (called a “caning trestle”) and his wrists and ankles secured tightly to the frame by strong leather straps in such a way that he assumes a bent-over position on the frame at an angle of close to 90° at the hip, with his posterior protruding.

Protective padding is placed on his lower back to protect the vulnerable kidney and lower spine area from any mis-strokes so that only his buttocks are exposed to the cane. The officer administering the caning takes up position beside the frame and delivers the number of strokes specified in the sentence, at intervals of 10 to 15 seconds. He is required to put his full force into each stroke. The strokes are administered all in one caning session, unless the medical officer certifies that the inmate cannot receive any more strokes because of his condition, in which case the rest of the strokes are converted to additional prison time.

After the caning, the inmate is released from the frame and receives medical treatment. Antiseptic lotion is applied and the wounds left to heal. Where a large number of strokes is given, there is long-term scarring of the buttocks.

I was also being told by some of the inmates that the screams of the victims after each stroke of the whip makes one lose all appetite for food. The cane breaks skin and draws blood. Doctors are on hand to administer treatment and to assess if the individual can take more punishment…”

Pastor Frank Houston. Founder of hillsong. Extremely corrupt life-long pedophile.

Pastor Frank Houston. Founder of Hillsong. Extremely corrupt secret sexual predator and life-long pedophile. Hundreds of  little boys aged 7 to 12 years old and young male teens were sexually abused by this monster from Hades.

 

Here is an extract from an article published in the Sydney Morning Herald (SMH) on 4 August 2007. 

 

The writer David Marr is a gay man who writes for the SMH and who is interested in subjects like religion and organisations like Hillsong.

The first part of the article is about Tanya Levin’s book. Tanya is an ex-Hillsong lady who is now an atheist and a Hillsong watch type person.

Information about Peter Laughton, Frank Houston’s former young worship leader is in the second part of the article.

Peter Laughton was staying as a boarder with Frank Houston and his wife Hazel when the abuse occurred.

Although Peter was in his 20s he feels Frank Houston, who was 60, took advantage of him and abused him.

 

David Marr’s article in the SMH: Hillsong – the church with no answers

August 4, 2007

 

A fallen leader of faith

FRANK HOUSTON was a charismatic preacher and a sick man. He won famous souls for Hillsong – jockey Darren Beadman was one of his scalps – and sexually abused young men.

He was about 60 when he undertook to cure 23-year-old Peter Laughton’s homosexuality. “My counselling sessions by the senior minister were nothing more than sexual abuse disguised in the form of the need of a father’s love and discipline,” Laughton says. “Through my naivety, I endured the naked beatings, the eternal bum caresses and masturbating into bottles, among other things.”

Laughton was training to be a pastor. He says the abuse continued for about four years until 1984. “I look at it now and think, ‘God, I was really naive to fall for that.’ ” And believing himself cured, he married.

Laughton’s faith went first. He tells the Herald that before leaving the church in the early 1990s he gave an account to another pastor of the abusive therapy he’d received. But as far as Laughton is aware, no action was taken against the old man until he was forced into retirement by his son Brian after an allegation of pedophilia emerged in about 2000.

Houston denies categorically knowing of any claims of sexual abuse by his father before this time. He initiated a church investigation, which saw the old preacher’s credentials permanently removed. “I was completely devastated by the realisation that my father had hurt people in this way, and I believed it related to events more than 30 years before when he was a New Zealand credentialled pastor. Until recently I knew nothing of Peter’s claims.”

Laughton took a long time to come to grips with his sexuality. He’s now a university lecturer in his early 50s who finds it in himself to forgive Frank Houston. “Despite all his downfallings I think he was genuinely a good person. It is an important part but it still is only one aspect of a person’s life. I’ve come through the other side and appreciated how this man was trapped like many of us were in a system and in a place where you couldn’t really even talk about what you were struggling with.”

Burying his father in 2004, Houston declared him a man who made mistakes but a preacher “in a class of his own”.

David Marr

People in Glass Houses (Black Inc, $29.95) by Tanya Levin was published this week. edit: 4 August 2007.

David Marr has also published with Black Inc.

 

My comments:

From 1981 to 1990 I was involved at Christian Life Centre, Darlinghurst, which is now called Hillsong Church.

Frank Houston was the head pastor and the founder of Hillsong Church in 1977.

He came over from New Zealand, in the guise of church planting, but he was really a crafty old pedophile who felt the noose tightening on his pedophilia activities which he’d been doing for decades in New Zealand, while at the same time being a very prominent AOG pastor.

Frank Houston is a devil, a son of lucifer of old, who preyed on and molested little boys, teens and older men all his life.

 

On this site you’ll find over 100 articles on Frank Houston, his pedophilia, his very corrupt son Brian Houston, Hillsong Church, the Australian Christian Churches which was until 2009 called the Australian Assemblies of God (AOG), the New Zealand Assemblies of God and errant Pentecostal pastors in Australia and New Zealand.

For a summary of Frank Houston’s pedophile history please read my article on this site, ‘Pastor Frank Houston, Part one. Frank Houston’s pedophile activities’, published on 9 September 2012.

 

Peter Laughton was the young Worship Pastor at Christian Life Centre, Darlinghurst in the early 1980s.

There is no way possible anyone at Christian Life Centre, Darlinghurst could have known what Frank Houston and Peter Laughton were up to. I’d heard allegations of Frank Houston’s pedophilia back in New Zealand and I always had a half-eye on him in this respect but you’d never have picked it

Trevor King was the Music Director.

In 1981 Brian Houston wasn’t a pastor. He was extremely ambitious and very pushy. He wanted to go places and make it big. Its a pity he didn’t get born again properly, receive the baptism in the Holy Spirit, deal with his lust for money and power, get deliverance and get a godly foundation in his life of truth, honesty and good morals before he set out to conquer the world for his Jesus.

 

Brian Houston’s Jesus is no closer to the Lord Jesus Christ of the New Testament than some statue of the black Jesus in Southern Italy with its holy red heart open to mankind.

 

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Let’s hear from the great man himself

 

Thank you Donald Elley of Bellingen, my old builder pal from Darlinghurst days and now my greatest holy heretic.

Donald Elley of Bellingen: “Welcome to my blog site again Your Most Holy Parsonage”. Saint Copulator II: “Thank you Donald Elley of Bellingen, my old holy comrade from Darlinghurst days and now my greatest most holy heretic”. Donald Elley of Bellingen: “Your Eminence, have you read my article about Peter Laughton and the eternal bum caresses?” Saint Copulator II: “Hahaha..hahaha..you’re cracking me up Donald Elley of Bellingen..haha..hell-ova-holy hyisssssteriacal half bred hares…hahaah”. Donald Elley of Bellingen: “What’s so funny? Share the joke”. Saint Copulator II: “Hahaha…holy haha..I just can’t believe Peter Laughton fell for dad’s old tricks”. Donald Elley of Bellingen: “Do you mean you knew your father holy saint Francis was like that?” Saint Copulator: “Eternal bum caresses. How did Peter Laughton think that was going to heal him and make him feel like he had a dad..haha..holy haha”. Donald Elley of Bellingen: “But this is a serious subject. Peter Laughton felt abused”. Saint Copulator II: “Bobby Bobby fair eternal virgin of the night. Where is my black Jesus that I bought in Positano?”. Bobby: “In your private chapel along with the pictures of your blessed father saint francis, your mother Hazel dear and the myriad golden candles burning 24/7″. Saint Copulator II: “How’d you feel about trying what Peter Laughton and dad were doing”. Bobby: “Bugger off Brian…I’ve had enough of your black Jesuses, your golden candlesticks and your kinky fetishes”.

The blog article below, a sonnet of hope by a lonely woman, is sadly reflective of many modern men and women of the Gen Y generation. The over-riding sentiment is that “it’s all about me”.
Where are the phrases of hope for what her prospective husband might be like- what kind of man does she want apart from accepting her without conditions, loving her scatty brain and wanting to have his clothes ripped off when she get’s horny.
Where’s the genuine other-focused love here?
Where’s the intellectual enlightenment.
What kind of father is she looking for in her imaginary husband?
Is God and spirituality involved in the equation?
Are there any substantive thought-out qualities in her prospective lifetime partner?
What about ethics and purity of character in her man? Are these qualities important to her?
All these questions go unanswered in this self-seeking self-serving homily of insecurity, shallowness and scattiness.

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If I said yes, know that you’re perfect to me.

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I don’t do perfect. I do real.

Dear Future Husband,

I’ve often wondered what you’d be like. I even thought I’d met you before. A couple of times, in fact.

Other times, I’ve questioned whether marriage is for me at all. Any wonder. I inherited numerous blueprints for how-to-fail-at-marriage from my parents. Divorce DNA.

As my husband, I want you to be the one person who knows intimately the dustiest chapters of my past. And there are many. And love me more because of them. I don’t do perfect. I do real. Let authenticity, conversation and hunger for each other be the manifesto for our marriage.

In the interests of full disclosure, I’m not a great driver, and I’m a horrible singer. Know that I have insecurities. I’m a kaleidoscope of flaws, as I hope you are too. I get anxious, and bite my nails. All too often. At times, I get lost in my own head.

But please don’t ever mistake my desire for independence or intermittent silence as indifference.

Sometimes I’m boisterous and giggly. Confident. I was complete before I met you, as I hope you were too.

But beneath the bravado, my emotional underbelly bruises easily, so be generous with hugs and open of heart.

While grand romantic gestures might become an artefact of our courtship, passion will not. Being best friends won’t stop me wanting to tear your clothes off.

Despite grocery shopping and doing laundry, our home will not be one of small talk and monotony. We are the authors of our suburban sonnet, after all.

And what do I think you’re like? Well. The weight of expectation is a heavy one, so I’ll avoid preconceptions. If I said yes, then, well, know that you’re perfect to me.

I read somewhere once that you need to fall in love six times before you get married. Honestly, I’m not sure what the ‘magic’ number is. I’ve fallen in love before, more than once. And fallen out of it again. I’ve met some very special people out of the 7 billion wandering the globe. Yet, despite time and life and multiple broken hearts, some inexplicable nonsensical pull brought us together.

I think too many people stay together because of expectation. Or exhaustion. Or fear of upsetting the status quo.

But I, perhaps because of the divorce skeletons rattling through my head, have always vowed I would never settle for second best.

And I haven’t. You are family. Bound not by DNA, you are the family that I chose.

And every day, I will choose you, again.

And again.

Always.

I do.