Karly Noel Franz

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Notes: 

Everything that happened to me in chronological order: 

My parents got married in 1989. I was born in 1990. It was at this time, that my parents were living in an apartment; and my father's father decided to purchase a house for my father and mother to live in; however he kept 

1992- Parents divorced - mother had main custody - dinner on Tuesday nights with father

While in mother's custody, I was abducted by my father's relatives: my grandmother, grandfather, and great Uncle.

Taken to a non-descript government building. Taken out of van - relatives left behind at the door - I was transferred into a stranger's arms. 

Main hall - red carpet in the building. Gold guilding, chandeliers and red carpet. Ornate and rich looking. 

One woman in the hall - black dress with long sleeves, short black hair. She was old. Smelled of tobacco and cologne/perfume. Then, it was mostly old white men in tuxedos and blue and white aprons with gold embroidery, necklesses with regalia medals. 

Hallway lead to a dining room - blue carpet with gold stars. Long table. At the front was an Altar - behind it a two-headed eagle and sunburst rays behind it. 

Free masons stripped me, held me down, placed things inside me. 

Smaller group of men came in with robes with hoods. One of them was wearing a skull or cattle skull on their head. They brought in a little boy, probably about my age. I am at the front of the table and put him on a little altar. They cut him open and tortured him by cutting him and letting him bleed. I was forced to watch. 

I was being placed into a carcass on the altar. When the little boy stopped screaming (was dead) -- I looked and saw the guy who was cutting him open - he was eating the entrails or drinking the blood of this little boy. When this little boy died a demon was summoned. It appeared to look like a black mist that congregated in the center of the room under the giant chandelier in the middle of the table. At first I thought it was black smoke. But they were summoning some sort of Satanic demon. It basically grew and grew and grew until the entire room was filled with this black mist darkness. 

From there I woke up from another room which was very dim and dark. It had black and white checkered floors and there were children chained to the floor around me. I was chained to the floor. There was a child that was chained up to my left hand side and I am 100% certain this child was dead. While I was in this room I could hear other children being tortured and screaming. I tried to hide it in a compartment of my brain. While I was in this dim tortured room, a toddler was chained up to the wall. Someone came in and stabbed him in the head to kill him. This is where my memory ends. The next memory I have is being taken out of the building. I was just trying to look around and it seems I was taken out of some sort of back door. Then we got into another dark van and I was taken back.

The following nights after the abuse happened, I would lay in bed and go through what happened to me over and over. What I saw was human beings or what appeared to be human beings murder and rape and torture children. If I spoke out terrible things would happen not just to myself but all of my love ones.  I felt like I couldn't talk about this because why would a two-year old or three year old know about these things? 

I remember speaking to my grandmother who was one of my perpetrators when I was a little girl. I asked 'can you show me the government military uniforms from every country?' she said 'oh ya know, I don't know."

When I was a little girl these memories would haunt me. I would try to put them away and get some sleep and not think about it. I had to in order to sort of function. It was really sad. 

One of the main memories i have also while I was a little girl and being tortured by my memories was knowing that there is nothing I can do about this, like; what can I do? But I knew when I was a little girl that when I was an adult I would remember, I would find out who my perpetrators were, and I would do everything I possibly could to take them down.

I know that the free-masons have infiltrated every church, every police department is part of this. You have to ask yourself - why are you doing this? I want to wake people up and I want other people to speak out. There is nothing to fear but fear itself. If the free masons want to come at me then come at me. I know this video will get censored. 

On August 9 of this year I was doing research on Illuminate and it was when I did this research ruffly two months ago that I saw the uniforms. I had not seen the free-masons uniforms since I was 2 or 3 years old. All my memories came flooding back to me. I have to heal from this, I have to deal with it. I think I am doing a pretty darn good job holding myself together. And I don't feel that I am a weaker person now or a more afraid person now, because I know that God has a plan for me, and I am going to speak the truth. So it's a warning to all the free masons, the survivors are waking up, it's time. I encourage the survivors to come forward and please speak out.