Neville Johnson. Liked oral sex with church secretaries.

Neville Johnson. Struggling with his daughter’s death thirty years later.


When someone loses their son or their daughter they understandably never completely recover from it.

Even the strongest bravest parent will still feel a sense of loss in their heart forever.


The current Australian of the Year Rosie Batty had her 11 year old son slain by her mentally ill husband at his cricket practice.

Her reaction has been to become a major advocate for domestic violence against females.

The violent abuse of wives is a very serious issue in Australia. There is a lot of concern.

Whether it is emotionally and psychologically healthy to build a monument to her son’s death and try to work through it in the way she has done is unlikely.

Rosie Batty becoming Australian of the Year is an example of how political pressure groups, and in this instance domestic violence advocate groups, run Australia.

Someone should have sat Rosie Batty down early in the piece after her son was slain and say, “Hey honey, take it easy. Think of yourself for a while. All the activity and stress of what you’re thinking of doing fighting the Giants of Abuse is not what you need right now. Chill out and take some time to heal and recover”.


ABC News on line 25.1.15

Australian of the Year: Rosie Batty awarded top honour for efforts to stop family violence

Ms Batty dedicated her award to her son.

Rosie Batty has been named Australian of the Year for her campaign against family violence in an award ceremony that saw four women take the nation’s top Australia Day honours for the first time in history.

Ms Batty rose above her personal tragedy and the great loss of her 11-year-old-son, Luke, who was murdered by his father on a cricket oval in February last year.

Her story jolted Australia into recognising that family violence could happen to anyone and she has given voice to many thousands of victims of domestic violence who had until then remained unheard.

She now champions efforts to fight domestic violence, making many media and public speaking appearances to shine a spotlight on the issue and call for systemic changes.

“I would like to dedicate this award to my beautiful son, Luke,” she said in accepting the award.


Phyl Gibson, the wife of Noel Gibson, the late healing and deliverance evangelist, lost her husband and her daughter Vonnie within 4 years. Vonnie died from cancer in 2000.

Although Vonnie wasn’t a well-behaved Christian she was the youngest of Phyl’s two beloved daughters and was the apple of her eye. Phil had no sons.

When I say Vonnie was not well-behaved, for example she wasn’t happy in her marriage and she broached the subject of whether I, as a bachelor, might be interested in her. Often people, particularly women, want to have a nest to land in if they jump ship.

Phil told me she found this time of her life-long partner’s passing and Vonnie’s sudden death really hard.


At the time of Vonnie’s death Phyl commented to me, “No parent wants any of their children to die before them. Losing a child is the hardest thing”.


Vonnie’s husband hooked up with a friend of Vonnie’s while Vonnie was dying. Even the greats like Phyl Gibson aren’t spared family dramas.

Family equals drama.

Why can’t people at least let a corpse cool before they behave badly?


Phyl Gibson behaved with the greatest dignity through it all, although privately she shared with me how upset she was.


I have been writing about Neville Johnson, who received oral sex from a series of three young Christian church secretaries at Queen Street AOG in downtown Auckland, while pastoring the largest church in Australia or New Zealand at the time. As a result of his sins the whole place fell to pieces.

Neville Johnson then escaped to Perth, never repenting or apologising, never to return.


For a background on these events please see my recent articles,

‘Neville Johnson. Liked blow jobs from church secretaries. Former Queen St AOG, Auckland, NZ. Now Academy of Light Perth, Western Australia. How the corrupt priests of Pentecost sowed devils on each other. Part three. New Zealand errant Pentecostal pastors who couldn’t keep it in their trousers or sexually abused little kids’, published on 28 January 2015.


‘Neville Johnson. From secretary blow jobs at Queen St, Auckland AOG to the good life in Perth, Western Australia. New Ministry: the Academy of Light. How the corrupt priests of Pentecost sowed devils on each other. Part 7. Australian and New Zealand errant Pentecostal pastors who couldn’t keep it in their trousers or sexually abused little kids’, published on 16 February 2015.


The writer Donald Elley of Bellingen.

The writer Donald Elley of Bellingen. Trying to help Neville Johnson figure out his life the right way.


Neville Johnson lost his beloved daughter in  a car accident shortly after he abused these three beautiful innocent young Christian ladies.

He is still searching for answers and resolution 30 years later. This is normal.


But we as Christians mustn’t indulge in pagan practices to try to resolve our death issues.

Necromancy is talking to the dead.

Interactive visions are a term off-beat modern Pentecostal Christians have coined for a practice that is really occult.

Necromancy is a sin.

Interactive visions are a sin.


Let’s have a look at Neville Johnson’s account on his Academy of Light website of an ‘interactive vision’ he claims he had with Keith Green.

The Bible bans Christians doing this practice.


Why is Neville Johnson doing it?

He’s trying to resolve things in his psyche that happened long ago.

The death of his beloved daughter.

The demise of a very successful and prominent ministry at Queen Street AOG church.

The affairs with three secretaries.

The offence caused by this to his wife and family.

Whether he was and is right in rationalising the affairs with scriptures from the Holy Bible.

All these things and more are unresolved dilemmas in the soul and psyche of Neville Johnson.


On his website, ‘Academy of Light’, Neville Johnson writes:

On November 13th, 2010 I was caught up into an interactive vision in which I was introduced to a man.

This man told me his name was Keith Green — I had only very vaguely heard of that name but apparently he had a godly ministry during the charismatic move which was sometimes known as Jesus people move in the seventies in the USA.

He was not as well know on this side of the world.

My comment:

To write this it just shows how out of touch Neville Johnson was with the youth culture of the time. Keith Green, Larry Norman and Randy Stonehill were the biggest Christian recording artists of the 1970s.

Keith Green was extremely well-known in the Christian Youth Culture in New Zealand in the 1970s.

Neville Johnson was a bit of a cloistered conservative Pentecostal Christian who wore designer suits and was probably  more into reading books on Old Testament Bible Typologies at night than being in touch with the Christian Youth Culture and the world out there.

His personality appears detached and aloof.


Keith said this to me, “Tell the world my death and that of my children was not in vain, the seed will bear much fruit.”

The Angel said, “Keith was a special seed along with his children that was sown out of the charismatic move of God in the 1970s. This seed along with his children will blossom again with great power in the coming harvest. This seed will be seen in the earth again in multiplied form, a seed with a pure heart, a choice seed. The best seed was taken and sown. Seed has been taken out of every generation which will emerge again in this generation.”

My comment:

This is old news. Neville Johnson should have asked me rather than waste a supposed angel’s time.

It was common knowledge that Melody Green, Keith Green’s wife, and many others believed this seed and reaping concept about Keith Green.

When Christians say they have revelations about the obvious it really makes us Christian look like loony bin candidates.


Keith Green looked so radiant almost overwhelming with glory and again said, “My death was not a tragedy it was not in vain.” Tell the church my death was not in vain. (Keith Green 1955 – 1982)

My comment:

Keith Green overloaded the plane with suitcases and music gear and it got off the ground and then fell out of the sky.

Nothing more. Nothing less. No seed. No new life. Nothing. Just a dumb mistake and a burnt wreckage lying in the corn-fields of America.


Neville continues:

I have done a little research regarding Keith Green and was so blessed by the account of his life on this earth.

There are many things we don’t understand but the Lord does all things well. These are days where we are going to reap that which we have not sown because God so loves the world and He has a harvest yet to be reaped.

My comment:

Neville Johnson has never faced up to anything in his life.

He had three adulterous affairs with secretaries, involving fellacio acts in hotels on the pretence of prayer and fasting.

He trashed those innocent sweet young ladies and left them with the taste of his seed in their mouths.

He abused their families who trusted him.

He abused Victor Johnston and his wife Hilda by sexually abusing their beautiful innocent very conservative Christian daughter aged in her mid 20s. He’d lured Victor across from the New Zealand Bible College, a very respected institution, to head Zion Bible College, a small Bible school which met in a large house in Mt Roskill.

He never admitted wrong doing.

He never repented.

He tried to justified his actions from random Old Testament scriptures.

He left a major church building project incomplete.

He ran away to Perth, Western Australia leaving the mess for others to clean up.

He has never repented or apologised to anyone to this day.


Neville Johnson is no better than the world and has no answers.


Here is a tale of a worldly woman trying to come to terms with the death of her child.

Ireland’s heroine who had sex in her baby’s tomb

By Hugh Schofield

BBC News, Paris

WB Yeats and Maud Gonne

Maud Gonne played a public role in the struggle for Irish independence, but her life also included private tragedy.

Her grief over a child who died at the age of two inspired an unpublished poem by W B Yeats – and she was so desperate to reincarnate the boy that she had sex in his tomb.


Maud Gonne

Maud Gonne

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Actress, activist, feminist, mystic, Maud Gonne was also the muse and inspiration for the poet W B Yeats, who immortalised her in some of his most famous verses.

After the Free State was established in 1922, Maud Gonne remained a vocal figure in Irish politics and civil rights.

Born in 1866, she died in Dublin in 1953.

But for many years in her youth and early adulthood, Maud Gonne lived in France.

Of this part of her life, much less is known. There is one one long-secret and bizarre episode, however, that has now been established as almost certainly true.

This was the attempt in late 1893 to reincarnate her two-year-old son, through an act of sexual intercourse next to the dead infant’s coffin.

I cannot imagine any reason why she would have made the story up – it is too bizarre and too personal” Warwick Gould, Yeats scholar

Maud Gonne was English by birth. Her father, Thomas, was a captain in the British army, and during part of her childhood the family lived in Ireland. This was where her interest in Ireland began.

Later Maud was sent to be educated by a governess in France. There was also a rich aunt who introduced her to society in Paris. She was barely out of her teens when her father died, and not long afterward she began a relationship with a right-wing French politician called Lucien Millevoye.

“Millevoye was obviously a replacement father figure,” says Yeats scholar Deirdre Toomey. “He was 16 years older than she.”

Millevoye was a follower of Gen Georges Boulanger, a hardline nationalist who in the late 1880s briefly looked like he might be the future leader of France.

Boulangistes like Millevoye were obsessed with recapturing the lost eastern territories of Alsace and Lorraine. But Millevoye was also strongly anti-English, and he encouraged Maud Gonne in her own growing hostility to the Crown in Ireland.

Maud had been travelling regularly to Ireland, learning at first hand of the rent strikes and evictions in the countryside. She was increasingly sure her future lay in opposing the English interest in Irish politics.

Then on 30 January 1889, in Bedford Park, London, there took place the famous meeting between Maud Gonne and the young poet William Butler Yeats.

Yeats was immediately overwhelmed. According to his biographer R F Foster, Maud Gonne appeared to Yeats “majestic, unearthly… Immensely tall, bronze-haired, with a strong profile and beautiful skin, she was a fin-de-siecle beauty in Valkyrie mode”.

It was the start of a mutually obsessive relationship that would last half a century. But what Yeats did not discover until very much later was that less than three weeks before this momentous first encounter, Maud Gonne had given birth to a baby boy.

The baby was called Georges, he was born in Paris, and he was Lucien Millevoye’s.

Gonne – a complicated character if ever there was one – initially kept Georges’ existence secret from Yeats. When he did find out about the baby, she insisted that he was not hers but adopted.

“It is surprising how naive Yeats seems to have been over Gonne’s child,” Toomey says. “He must have wanted to believe that what she said was true about it not being hers.”

But two-and-a-half years later Georges was dead. It is not certain how he died, but it was probably meningitis.

When Yeats met Gonne next, it was in Dublin in October 1891 and she was shattered. By a strange twist, she arrived in Kingstown (now Dun Laoghaire) on the same mail boat that brought the body of the just-dead Irish politician-cum-hero Charles Parnell.

People thought her tears were for Parnell, but they were for Georges.

Over the next two years, in Dublin, London and Paris, a grief-stricken Gonne was drawn into the occultist and spiritualist worlds that were already of deep importance to Yeats.

Writing many years later in his memoirs, Yeats recalled that Gonne repeatedly asked his circle of friends about the reality of reincarnation. One friend – the writer and mystic George Russell – assured her that it was indeed possible to recreate a dead child’s soul if the parents went about it in the right way.

And so the story leads to a white stone mausoleum in the cemetery of the small riverside town of Samois-sur-Seine, 50km (30 miles) south-east of Paris.



Maud Gonne used to rent a house here, to get away from the bustle of Paris and when Georges died, she had him interred in the town’s graveyard.

Having inherited a large sum of money on the death of her father, she paid for a memorial chapel – the biggest in the cemetery. In a crypt beneath, the child’s coffin was laid.

In late 1893 Gonne re-contacted Lucien Millevoye, from whom she had separated after Georges’ death.

She asked him to meet her in Samois-sur-Seine. First the couple entered the small chapel, then opened the metal doors leading down to the crypt.

They descended the small metal ladder – just five or six steps. And then – next to the dead baby’s coffin – they had sexual intercourse.

How do we know this?

The evidence comes from Yeats. In his posthumous memoirs – not published till 1972 – he wrote that Gonne herself told him the story.

“Gonne and Yeats were always extremely close,” says Yeats scholar Warwick Gould.

“And I cannot imagine any reason why she would have made the story up. It is too bizarre and too personal. But it accords with what we know of her interest in reincarnation.”


My comment:

Neville Johnson has no more answers than this poor grieving lady Maude Gonne.

This is what people do when they’re distraught. When their emotions are running wild. When they lose a child, a lover or a loved one.

People become irrational.

People struggle deep within to try to come to terms with it.

People can do strange things.

Deep primal emotions can take over.