Hey Eric,
I had never heard this term before so I googled it and found many items on this topic in relation to a christian background.
I do not for one moment believe though that spiritual amnesia is singly related to one group of beliefs as this topic seems to effect all of us at one time or another. Many of the articles I just researched spoke of the "dumbfoundedness" felt when reading the Bible and seeing the Isaraelites forget again and again the many and sometimes mighty things God had done for them... and as I wrote the last bit of the sentence I realise how guilty I am of the very same thing. LOL Why do we do it? forget? Well, I can't speak for everyone, so from my own personal experience... I suppose it boils down to life gets confused and complicated. As humans it is so easy to fall back on what we know... old habits, something comforting of a physical nature. Of course the physical nature kind of comforting is rather fleeting and we must come to the "well" repeatedly to feel any kind of comfort. Thus forming habits of the "not so helpful kind". But it is right there in front of us easily accessed with no strings attached. We know better but.... (there come all our individualised excuses.
) And then ...often times remorse and guilt even shame jumps into the mental picture and then oh boy... our spiritual memory can become even more cloudy.
So I m thinking that drawing close to the Source, the Creator, Goddess or God, however we envisage the Awesomeness, as often as we can is our first line of defence from spiritual amnesia. And then too, perhaps it is wise not to dwell too long on what we haven't done or remembered, (past is gone after all
and simply say, "Today is a new day to make memories with God!"
(no shame or finger wagging here, eh? ) Let's just be and do and try our best and try again when we fail and fall. I think a a proactive approach will always work best. But if we fail even in that...we are human after all and quickly forgiven of our spiritual apathy.
So off we go... a new day has begun.... how shall we spend it?
Hugs,
Sandy