Polyamournesia [po:liamu:r'ne:sia]: Made-up word from polýs "much" (Greek), amour "love" (French) and mnasthai "to remember" (Greek); ability to remember and/or to receive the many sources of love
All of a sudden, I had this word in my head without actually knowing what it meant. A made-up word. Poly = much, and Amour = love, this was easy. However Nesia? Amnesia came to my mind, memory loss. In an etymological dictionary I found the Greek word Mnasthai that means to remember.
To remember the many sources of the love.
Immediately I contacted a Greek friend to check if this translation is plausible, however I only received a cryptic answer:
Dear Karin, in this moment I just re-entered a state where I apparently recovered my ability to receive love from many sources and this is why I thoroughly feel addressed by the substance of your question. However, I have not yet entered verbalization phase, so that I cannot help you directly...)
Polyamournesia: To remember the many sources of love.
Polyamournesia. A densely woven web of love that encircles me, multicolored, permanently changing, in one word: alive. A beautiful vision... and else? If I assume the actual existence of this dense web of love - for myself and for every person - I immediately have the following theses in mind:
- Can I remember something that is totally unknown to me? Can I move towards something that I have never lived before? No. I once must have experienced this condition of Polyamour. But when? Before birth? Is this polyamour feeling the experienced, prenatal state of oneness, and the amnesic catastrophe my birth?
- What is life about anyway? Isn't it about my full materialization, so that I completely penetrate this world with all my bliss? Is pain maybe nothing more but friction with the heavy, tough matter itself that I must permeate in my incarnation process - and I am still in the midst of doing so?
- Polyamournesia. Thus to remember all the love that exists around me:
to be loved, to be lovingly supported... Unfortunately, I just sometimes
forget about it. A little injury, a little heartbreak, and immediately
I get this tunnel vision named "nobody loves me". However, if
I actually observed the world attentively I then would note the many
people who are by my side and who love me.