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“The occult war is a battle that is waged imperceptibly by the forces of global subversion, with means and in circumstances ignored by current historiography. The notion of occult war belongs to a three-dimensional view of history: this viewdoes not regard as essential the two superficial dimensions of time and space (which include causes, facts, and visible leaders) but rather emphasizes the dimension of depth, or the "subterranean" dimension in which forces and influences often act in a decisive manner, and which, more often not than not, cannot be reduced to what is merely human, whether at an individual or a collective level”

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Book:Men Among the Ruins: Post-War Reflections of a Radical Traditionalist
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Men Among the Ruins: Post-War Reflections of a Radical Traditionalist

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Julius Evola
Julius Evola

Julius Evola was an Italian philosopher known for his profound studies in traditionalism, aristocracy, and mysticism. His thoughts were deeply influenced by Eastern and Western classical philosophy, particularly focusing on social order and spiritual values. more

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