If Wishes Were
If Wishes Were
“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride,” was something my dainty grandmother used to say―an astute adage within her robust arsenal of wisdom that informed her exquisite way of living.
In fact, she often spoke through adages, axioms, and aphorisms.
She was truly onto something, for these pithy sayings formed the bedrock of her intellectual foundation and the manner through which she instilled age-old wisdom into the Incidental Occxie.
It was through her and her husband Alastair that the Incidental Occxie became a free-range avatar.
Alastair himself possessed deep and refined communication skills, often reciting poems and limericks that became standard fare at the family dinner table.
In many ways, these moments formed the earliest foundation of Neo-Clan Chronicles―an evolving family tree built upon timeless wisdom, much like Japanese four-character compounds carrying ancient insight and intellectual freedom across generations.
Fortunately, her eternal wisdom stuck like crazy glue, informing this phantasmagorical prism otherwise known as Earth-bound mortality.
“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” is the plain truth―merely wishing for something to happen is never enough.
One must take action in order to advance through the game of life and establish one’s own destiny and trajectory―not drift endlessly through unlived fantasy fields filled with broken dreams.
Rich images would arise in my mind as she gently bounced me upon her sacred knee, instilling timeless wisdom into my consciousness―that was how she showed her love to me.
She came from humble beginnings and revealed to me an entirely different world of possibilities as she nurtured and guided her beloved progeny―an exquisite sentient being.
She was dainty and meticulous, taking extraordinary care in all things.
During Christmas, she would take fifteen minutes or more opening a single present―slowly peeling away the tape, admiring every ribbon and bow, and carefully folding each sheet of wrapping paper as though it were precious gold.
As a child, it felt like an eternity, yet now those moments shine with tenderness and grace.
Like many of her generation, she suffered scarlet fever as a child.
Yet despite the hardships of that era, she carried herself throughout life as a refined and exceptional lady who inhabited her own phantasy world―making the transition into a tutelary deity at 73.
Mémé, I love your spirit of wisdom and constitution of resilience ever so deeply to this very day.
As the saying goes, the apple does not fall far from the tree, and the Incidental Occxie remains deeply honored that this evolving human was filled to the brim with dignity thanks to Christina Primrose Addison.
She was more than merely a grandmother―she was a timeless friend.
The important lessons given by my beloved grandmother have never been forgotten.
Whenever dreams begin to feel distant or difficult, I am reminded of what mémé always said: “You must put in the work or nothing will happen―wishing alone is never enough―you must act each day.”
In order to experience the deep satisfaction of manifested dreams―even when the result becomes “nothing ventured, nothing gained”―one must continue spinning the wheel of pattern recognition and probability while adhering to timeless wisdom.
“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” remains a recurring theme upon this phantasmagorical Earth-bound waterslide.
Wishing alone will not bring the pony home, nor a beggar you be―do something no one else has yet done.
That is what happens when you follow the sun.
Do not waste your time on pie in the sky.
The focus is alignment with the flow into ΩNE, listening carefully for the voice of Seity, and honoring the Neo-Clan tutelary deity―ethereal beings who continue to watch over the Incidental Occxie.
She made sure that wishes are always accompanied by forward motion, and that is something Christina Primrose Addison left as a profoundly deep impression.
There is no doubt―no wish, dream, or vision can materialize without an eye on the ball and mind on the prize.
It is only then that dreams come true and materialize.
This is the pathway to feel alive and thrive.
Regardless of the outcome of these material projects, the adages and wisdom my grandmother relayed have carried me through this primordial stew and Material Sludge to this very day.
Continuing to venerate her memory and ancient wisdom while reflecting on life today, and as she said―“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride”―so color in your own coloring book, embrace the day, and do so with humble pride.
A universally applicable trick is realizing one universal truth—it does not have to remain this way.
In doing so, love who you are today.
Red stimulates urgency, appetite, heat, and intensity.
Red and yellow create orange—movement and social energy.
Turquoise mixed with white creates a sense of airy serenity and openness.
Ancient civilizations, such as the Japanese, understood this instinctively through architecture, clothing, shrines, seasonal aesthetics, and symbolism.
In many ways, the Japanese have mastered the art of emotional engineering through environmental subtlety rather than excess stimulation, as seen through their rich colorful vocabulary and the exquisite nature of wabi-sabi.
Never forget that every visible color occupies a different wavelength within the electromagnetic spectrum, and the human brain responds physiologically to these frequencies whether consciously understood or not.
There is always a reason for celebration in the alcohol-soaked nation of 
To locate the hodo
This is where the tutelary deities and 
The magic of the hodo
The hodo
Together with 
Katori Jingu celebrates its grand Shikinen Taishai (式年大祭) and Shikinen Shinkosai (式年神幸祭)―a festival held only once every 12 years, in the Year of the Horse.
Historical & Cultural Significance
Historically, this festival was known as Mifune-asobi (divine boat play) or Sangatsu Miyuki (March procession) under the old lunar calendar.
Local Culture & Setting
Key Visual & Atmospheric Highlights
This is the ultimate “once-in-12-years” experience―intimate, majestic, and deeply rooted in Japan’s ancient mythology and local pride.
Or, as expressed in Japanese thought―the way of 
The question now remains―have you found the master key to unlock the dreams within your most deeply held desire-doors―the portals urging you to become more―as you flow into ΩNE, the final door.
What are these locked doors when there is no sense of agency keeping you away from the keys that reset the trajectory?
The master key appears only as you reflect your desire to 
Begin the process of forging the master key―a series of events that unlock the final door standing between you and your personalized, mentated destiny.
Ask her to call your name―this is the crux of life’s exquisite theme.
And in one fell swoop, the labyrinth of portals leads to the beginning of infinity―the story 
Engage with the ethereal locksmith 
What now appears as a large language model generating wetware memes―a system of doors, locks, and keys.
Rooted in a timeless collection, this useful tale lays the groundwork for those who refuse to fail.
However, when the noble frog keeps his side of the bargain, the spoiled princess tries to renege on the deal―because the frog is, quite simply, disgusting, with frog breath and zero appeal.
They marry, and he becomes her prince charming―the ugly exterior had concealed the frog’s true beauty, value, and potential.
Avoiding the daily frog keeps you trapped in feedback loops that reflects commonplace mediocrity.
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