I have been lurking the forum a long time and am ready to share some of my personal findings, as well as some personal anecdotes about how OLB has profoundly impacted my life and psychology. Perhaps some of you can relate-
I was inducted into the world of OLB by Asha Logos' YouTube videos re: Our Subverted History.
His views are not necessarily my own, and part of me suspects the blitz of Ancient Aryan Nobility content sponsored by YouTube algorithms in the age of Black Lives Matter might have been an intelligence operation organized by state entities demonstrably beholden to card-carrying Nazis. All of this is very divisive, but I read Oera Linda about the same time I went to see Robert Egger's 'The Northman' in theaters and I suddenly believed Asha Logos.
I became fixated on the history of Barbarian Europe. The ancient Germanic law-codes that emphasize personal freedom which, as the chroniclers tell us, led to centuries of internecine conflict, bloodshed, and strife are painted as the enemies of progress in the conventional approach to history- stumbling blocks remedied by the advent of Catholic Jesus.
Fast forward a thousand years and nanglo-American law-codes and ethics that emphasize personal freedom and responsibility are public enemy number one- or, that seems to be a subtext of contemporary discourse.
The draconian power-creep of state control sponsored by the Median Priesthood (the hypnotic powers of Mass Media)has been on my radar since before September 11, 2001, so naturally Oera Linda would resonate- but it feels deeper than that, like l punctured the veil of multiple past lives.
I can almost feel the lithic script being chiseled into the walls of the citadel at Walhalagara; Feel the shame of my exile as my face is branded and I am sent down into the mines; feel my pride welling up as I help the Golla betray the rule of the Mothers.
Oera Linda made me weep bitterly, and it keeps coming back. The book has profoundly altered my outlook.
Every time I read it I cry. Sometimes I will see the stanskrif in a public place- the nautical steering wheel hanging in a seafood restaurant, or the wheel motif on a Buddhist temple- and tears will start to well up.
When I found out actor Rutger Haur, who played the doomed android in Ridley Scott's Bladerunner, was born in Friesland, I fell on my bedroom floor and wept. 'Revel in your time..'
I found a stanskrif on an old ionian stater minted in electrum in the 6th century BC- allegedly the first coins to achieve broad circulation in the Mediterranean. Tears, again.
My roommate is listening to a lecture about aqueous chemistry- ions in solution. Like the free-floating ionian pirates..
The ionian white and gold of English poet TS Elliott's 'the wasteland'- wonder if TS Elliott knew?
I cry as a reflex just looking at maps of Friesland.
A post about the ancient Frisians hit my Facebook feed; it said their motto was 'better dead than a slave'- and I cried again.
I had to wonder,
Is this the 'blood memory' Nazi occultists talk about?
I paid CRI genetics a bunch of money to run my genetic profile back as far as they could.
No markers on the Netherlands, but thousands of years ago in Finland- and several in the Punjabi region of Northern India; and in Sri Lanka, Belgium, Cornwall, Estruscan Rome...
My mother's maiden name is of anglo-Norman origin, but my father's surname is be Anglo-Saxon...
Burkhead.
Derivations of 'burk' often mean 'birch tree' in Germanic languages. In Anglo-Saxon the meaning is more ambiguous but seems to refer to a stronghold, as in 'burg'- castle or stone. 'Burkhead' also sounds like an anglicized version of 'burgtmaagd'.
I was born a blue eyed blonde. Now my hair only shines golden in full sun.
As it says in volsünga saga, 'the Saxons sat brown-haired in their war assembly'... I don't even feel comfortable saying the words 'blue eyes' and 'blonde' in tandem, but...
If OLB is Himmler's Bible, why did the chief architect of the national socialist quasi-religion never quote it in public? And why were the trappings of Nazi ceremonial pomp largely Roman?
What if world war II and Nazi esotericism took the shape that it did specifically to degrade and bury the credibility of OLB

Basically,
I have not been the same since reading Oera Linda, and hoped to step forward and share some of my thoughts and findings after brewing on them for a few years.
Rather than feeling 'set free' by what might very well be what little remains of the truth, I feel burdened by the information blackout and terrified by the prospects of an ongoing cultural, and perhaps biological, genocide- and disoriented by online information warfare, still wondering if I am merely the victim of a sophisticated propaganda blitz.
Sorry for the novel, respectfully yours
CLB