Dear Readers,

A few of you are still visiting my old WordPress site. I’m happy to have you visit, but all my posts are now at www.lesleysking.com.

I’ll see you there.

Thank you,



Lost Readers

Dear Friends,

I have received emails from a few of you who are no longer getting my blog posts in your email box. You should have received my newest post this morning. If you did not, the posts are likely going to your spam folder. I can help you with this. Please click here to send me an email.


Put your name, email address, and “List” as the message, and I will forward my new post to you with instructions on how to add me to your address book. After that, simply watch for an email from Lesley – The Inner Adventure.

I appreciate your interest in my blog.

Many blessings,


We Are Gladiators

Dear Readers,

My newest post appears on my new website. If you are a subscriber, you likely received it in your email box. If you did not receive an email from Lesley – The Inner Adventure, please click on your “junk” or “spam” file, find the post, and label it as “not junk” or “not spam.” That way you will continue to receive my blog posts.

A handful of subscribers who have WordPress blogs did not make it onto my new email list. If for any reason you did not receive an email from Lesley – The Inner Adventure, please click here:


That will take you to my newest post. At the bottom, you can subscribe.

I will guard your email address closely.

I look forward to sharing with you more of The Inner Adventure.

Thank you,


Plunge into the Unknown

What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.—Plutarch

It’s four in the morning. The world is dark as I don eye goggles and a mask in order to plunge into the unknown. No, I am not spelunking into a lava cave, nor am I diving deep into a tropical ocean, though this takes as much courage. Instead, I am plunging my kitchen sink.

Why at such an early hour, with so much determined effort?

Simply, it is time. For two days I have trusted Drano to do the job, but it failed to penetrate the murky sludge. During this time I have asked God what this clog reflects, since I know that my outer life is a movie of my inner. All I know is that for days I have been sleepy and tired of life.

And still the clog persists.

Until this morning, when in bed, my discomfort grew so acute I could no longer ignore it.

So as I approach the sink, I see that my life is clogged.

I have a novel to publish and a website to make live.

Though I have kayaked Class IV rapids and scaled 5.10 granite faces, creating a new life most makes me shiver. The last time I recreated my life, I needed Prozac and thousands of dollars of therapy. Now, instead, I rely on God.

So as I push the plunger up and down, I become willing to do as Christ said: Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.

I am afraid to lose my dignity through publishing this novel that was a decade in the making, and through exposing my new website to the light of the world. I fear failure.

But I have no choice. I have to take these actions. Each morning, in my spiritual practice, I do my best to raise my viewpoint to a new level. I commune with what the mystics call the Sound current, the God essence infusing all of life. Then I step into the world and actuate that current and thus my outer life changes to reflect my inner.

My mind is fearful because it doesn’t know what the new picture will look like, and so it wants to create from the old ones. It wants to be the travel writer or the teacher. But there is a new image that has formed instead.

It is my Beloved.

I am committed to letting my outer creation stem from this image. It takes courage to live in the moment, to let the Divine reveal my next step. This way I create from infinite soul rather than limited mind.

With God, I planned and embarked on this amazing trip into creation. It is full of every extreme and everything in between. I can embrace it, love it, live each challenge with my whole heart. Like Ernest Shackleton, Jacques Cousteau and Amelia Earhart, I am a fearless adventurer plunging into the unknown.

The sink drain?

Clear and flowing.

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My Beloved Stands Before Me

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Running Waterfalls

Turquoise pools shimmer, palm trees wave and parakeets zip by. I paddle my kayak toward an infinity line with nothing but blue sky beyond, while the current pushes me into the unknown.

Headed toward the fall’s lip, my fingers tremble on the paddle, my blades slice tentative strokes.  I reach the edge and fly. Water splatters around my head and roars in my ears. I am weightless as I commune with the Divine buoyancy.

I have suspended all thought and am completely in the now, bare in its blue expanse, its airy possibility, its limitless love.

My bow pierces down through frothy, bubbly white and continues underwater. Cool liquid surrounds me, brushing my face and penetrating my ears. I plunge deeper, while bubbles of insight and inspiration percolate.

I rise back to the surface. My whole being glows and the world sparkles with the sense that nothing can stop me in my quest for truth and love.

Reveling in a new freedom, I head toward the next fall. My boat feels a little tippy, but I paddle forward with yet more love.

Every moment a waterfall en route to the great Ocean that I am.


Images: Las Cascadas of Agua Azul, Chiapas, Mexico