"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.