May Darya Dugina's eschatological optimism continue to guide us

"Spiritual combat is as brutal as that of men; but the vision of justice pleases only God. Arthur Rimbaud

As often happens when a loved one suddenly leaves, we have this impression of unreality, we struggle to realise the inevitable. We wander as if in a floating world, inhabited by this strange feeling that we can still talk to our loved one, that we can even discuss together the disconcerting news that is happening and that concerns her directly. The two Darios I knew: the public one and the private one, and this little person, so childlike and yet so brave as to be at the centre of the ongoing global and eschatological war, telescope here.

I remember a telephone conversation with her at the beginning of the Russian military operation and I distinctly recall her words:
"Listen Pierre-Antoine, we live in historic times. From now on, Russia will be forced to fend for itself, as we have always said.

And especially this sentence, which still rings in my ears:
"They may kill us all here in Moscow, but now the real struggle has begun.

All this was said in the cheerful, joyful tone that was always his. At last something important was happening. Not the tragic fratricidal war between Europeans, which will one day end well, God willing, but the vital break between the Russian nation-state and globalist imperialism; the break between the Third Rome and the global swamp of cosmopolitan subversion.

In another conversation he also explained to me that one must never despair, but cultivate an 'eschatological optimism'. These are his exact words. I believe he also gave a lecture on this subject. How these words resonate today.

It is actually very difficult for me to talk about Daria, whom I really considered a friend, as well as an exemplary metapolitical activist and above all an elite philosopher. A philosopher in the ancient and classical sense, who carried within her a theoretical work yet to be realised in action, but a work that already lived in her in a potential way. Potentially: just as the ancient and vigorous tree already exists in the seed, the river or ocean in the subtle mountain spring, the fiercest star in the most invisible and infinitesimal photon. To realise this, I invite you to review this interview with Daria exactly seven years ago, in August 2015. Listen to the intellectual level of this young woman, who deals here with neo-Platonic and theopolitical concepts that few really understand nowadays, and this in high quality French. A presentation made with an incredible naturalness and freshness.

To be compared in France with the hatred, inconsistency and moral ugliness of imposed media sophists like Enthoven or Lévy who are currently fomenting hatred against the memory of our dear Daria and against the work of her father. This is out of visceral jealousy of the true contemplation they cannot access from their spiritual baseness. Our national culture is dying because people like Enthoven and Lévy prevent the creation of bridges and vital, spiritual bonds between the elites of European youth, of which Daria was an important representative.

The quest for philosophical knowledge was Daria Dugin's lifeblood and the existential axis around which all her actions and thoughts were coordinated. Her constant metapolitical commitment was an outward manifestation of the idea she carried within herself and to which she was loyal. She had inherited this flame from her parents, who had passed it on to her from childhood, and this in an existential as well as theoretical way. Daria carried this proud flame with grace and above all with simplicity. Driven by this inner vision (theoria), she went on in life and devoted her entire being and actions to it. In her, as in the great historical figures, action and theory were but two sides of the same coin, two pieces of the same symbol that the true sage knows how to unite (symballein) in a living synthesis of action and contemplation. And what she began here certainly fits perfectly with what awaits her on the other side. Her whole life was extremely and radically consistent, echoing the worldview that animated her. And with that she was playful, simple and feminine. Hard-working, serious and a true young woman.

Daria Dugin was a 'differentiated' personality, as Julius Evola would have said, but she was not cut off from her feminine condition, which she fully embodied. She was sunny and naturally radiated her interiority to those around her. This could not but generate diabolical jealousy in the ranks of the Hexenbiest and among some of the witches in her service. During her lifetime, and without understanding it well enough, we came into contact with a Hypatia of our time who will remain in history (or what remains of it before the true End...).

Daria was a true Platonist, certainly the most Platonic of them all. She never gave up the fight or the quest for knowledge (which is the same thing for people like us). She gave her life for the idea and worldview that animated her, and I am stunned. I am stunned, as if I were on the ropes in a boxing match. Stunned, as much by the pain and anger I feel, as by the realisation of the reality of Daria Dugin's earthly mission that I knew.

It is a heart-warming pride to be able to say: I knew Daria Dugin! The worldly and temporal sadness I feel dissipates somewhat when I put her departure and mission in their true spiritual and metapolitical perspective. We must understand and accept her providential role in current events and be honoured to have been with a martyr and a now historical figure during her lifetime. Here we touch upon what we learnt in books as we tried to form and educate ourselves against the slime and slackness of our times: the spirit of militancy and sacrifice. And it is a young woman who teaches us this! What a lesson for all the witchcraft of globalist feminism!

Contemporary Russian eurasists (whatever one thinks of their doctrine or their views) are at the forefront of the global geosophical clash of our time and are paying the price in blood. Daria Dugin, who was an irreplaceable pivot of Russia's Eurasian-traditionalist metapolitical networks, has not been targeted at all by the occult forces of our time. In addition to trying to eliminate Daria (and make her parents break down in grief), our enemies also wanted to traumatise our ranks and oust a personality somewhat irreplaceable for the variety and scope of her information warfare tasks. Daria Dugin was a self-taught practitioner of metapolitics and information warfare, two related disciplines that she mastered in all their dimensions like few others and to which she lent her credentials. She was a true metapolitical warrior of our time.

Her political assassination proves once again that metapolitics is a real war with real belligerents and real deaths. What Daria was doing, like what each of us does at our own level, has been scrutinised and analysed in depth by our enemies. Every serious player in contemporary information warfare lives with this sword of Damocles hanging over his physical body (but not over his soul, which is immortal and indestructible).

Daria's work, her struggle, was carried out naturally and joyfully, artistically and diligently, like a gifted girl who wants to do what her father taught her. Providence wanted this young girl to be a martyr and a living symbol that will continue to guide all those fighting in the world against globalist hegemony and for the return of the superiority of the Spirit over matter.

It is said that it takes thirty years to form a person, and Daria was chosen by Providence at an age when great historical figures are often taken away, at thirty, when maturity begins and when, after the cycle of youth, the cycle of virility or femininity begins. Daria lived alone and did not yet have a family. She was easy and exposed prey for anyone who wanted to strike to traumatise our camp.

I also remember that one day she said to me: 'You know, I have studied a lot, but only now am I beginning to understand that I don't know anything and so I am beginning to understand what I study'. He was beginning to acquire that Socratic 'I know that I know nothing', which is the beginning of access to that supra-national, apophatic form of intellectual insight, which is the true gateway to spiritual wisdom. A knowledge that transforms man from within and makes him realise his vanity before the Truth, but which then also gives him in return an indestructible will regenerated by the experience of total inner emptiness, an emptiness that is experienced and overcome. Daria had this supra-rational will. A will that is inaccessible to discursive reason alone, but which is not based on instinct or feelings, but on a higher intuitive and supersensible knowledge. To say this is to be considered madness in modernity. It is perfectly fine, there is a madness and a sacred idiocy that protects us from the madness of the century and the world.

Daria, who was maturing her theoretical work in the silence of her heart, would end up embodying it completely to the amazement of the world in the radiance of her total commitment.

Her soul returned to God between the Feast of the Transfiguration and the Feast of the Dormition of the Mother of God, two cardinal feasts in the Orthodox liturgical calendar. The icon that is venerated during the Dormition liturgy is one in which the Blessed Virgin is depicted as a child in the arms of her Son, who is depicted as an adult.

By analogy, and maintaining a strict line of demarcation between Platonism and Christian dogma, this image of the Son carrying his most holy Mother as a child evokes the idea that our little sister Daria is somehow now our mother on the path we have chosen: that of the metapolitical struggle.

Metapolitics is here sanctified by political martyrdom, metapolitics is in fact a contemporary aristocratic and warlike 'way' adapted to the external conditions of our time.

Daria is now a pole star that continues to guide us, her soul shining high above the 'plain of truth' as we await the glorious day of universal resurrection when we will all meet again.

Once again, I would like to express my condolences to Daria's parents, Aleksandr Gelievich and Natalya Viktorovna Dugin.

Behind every death is a mystery unfathomable to the living, and prayer is our only recourse. Prayer is the umbilical cord between our Creator and the nothingness of our fallen human condition. We must therefore pray unceasingly, even and especially when we are unable to do so, when our throats and spirits are as if knotted by pain, and repeat unceasingly those holy words that can do everything:
"Lord Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

God has given, God has taken away. Eternal remembrance.

Published in Strategika

Translation by Lorenzo Maria Pacini