This is far more common than is reported. This must be discussed.
My name is Matthew Libman.
I am an only child. I was raised in Wisconsin. Today I live in Chicago, IL. I am a college graduate, a business owner, the founder of a national charitable nonprofit, and an animal lover.
My adoptive mother’s name is Dinah Libman. Her maiden name is Dianna Nashban. Her sister’s name is Leslie Dee Dee Gooze. They are from Milwaukee, WI.
My adoptive father’s name is xxxxx Libman. He is from Green Bay, WI.
I was raised in Green Bay, WI.
My mother’s first cousin is a man named David Rubin. Father of Shuvie, Shimon, and Joshua Rubin. During the early 1970s, David Rubin, while home visiting family in Milwaukee during his Israeli military service, committed an act of false flag.
David Rubin unsuccessfully attempted - in the middle of the night - to burn down a Jewish-owned grocery store during the “black” riots of the 1960s-1970s. David was shot by police, arrested, and charged with arson.
His father, Alex Rubin, was a well connected attorney and Mossad/KGB operative. Because of his “relationship” with the judge, the criminal charges were plead to nearly nothing. David Rubin immediately repatriated to Israel, moved his family into a disputed settlement in Palestinian territory, and continued the acts of terror against innocent, honest people.
My life growing up was devoid of religion and god. We had no sense of faith, other than a general “naturalistic” view of the world. There was no love. No hugging. No cuddling. No nurturing. No encouragement. Only coldness, intellectualism, punishment, and greed.
My mother had Lupus, a disease affiliated with witchcraft, and very common among witchcraft practitioners in Hati (I don’t believe in demons, but it appears Lupus lets “demons in,” I assume there is science behind this, but the hocus-pocus explanation is sufficient for purposes herein).
Our home was filled with metal statues of horned beasts. This included elk, horned giraffes, and about 10-15 small statuettes of horned animals. Until I later read of Moloch, witchcraft, and satanic practices, I thought nothing of this.
When my grandfather returned from serving the Nazi army in Europe, he used his banking connections to become a lithographer. He printed currency and bonds for member banks of the federal reserve. When gold and silver redemptions - something blamed ON German Jewish lithographers (as well as the government of France) - my grandfather died unexpectedly. My grandfather grew up in Appleton, Wisconsin. He was the same age, and was friends with, Senator Joseph McCarthy.
I have Native American blood, and was adopted.
My adoptive mother would torture me on a near-daily basis. I was screamed at roughly 2-3 hours per day. I was beaten with a wooden brush or stick 3-4 times per week.
I was never suspended from school, was well behaved, and got good grades. I was fairly popular, and have been pretty successful my entire life. I was never a bad kid, and never deserved to be punished at all, let alone tortured and abused.
I have suffered many broken bones and countless bruises. On several occasions, my mother took an entire bookshelf filled with books, solid brass bookends, statues, and electronic equipment, and threw the entire, full bookshelf at my head. This probably happened once a month or so for a period of about 5 years during my early childhood.
She only cooked in cast iron pots and pans. Additionally, my mother would drink my blood. In fact, I believe that was the purpose of my adoption - not family.
I was sedated many times, and blood was taken from my body. My mother - with the help of a Milwaukee-based imune system doctor (who was at the same hospital I was surgically performed on for 3 months prior to my adoption from the Lutheran-owned teaching hospital MCW) who treated her Lupus.
I was filled with allergens via allergy shots (I have no allergies, but would be filled with poison). My body would reject the allergens, and produce natural antibodies. My mother would then drain my blood from my body (you should see how anemic I look in early childhood photos), store the blood in the refrigerator, and drink my blood as a medical elixir.
And guess what, IT WORKED!!!! She has outlived her original life span by 40 years. She was supposed to die in her late 20s/early 30s. When I became too old to drain blood from, she began cooking in a cast iron pan.
Good for her.
Here is a video from the end of 2012 covering the topic: [link to vimeo.com (secure)