When Jesus Came to the Door, and the Slug Left a Trail.
When Jesus Came to the Door, and the Slug Left a Trail
by Delahrose
It began with a slug.
There on the back doorstep.
Slow, mysterious, and leaving behind a silvery trail like a shimmer of emotion, the body forgot to cry.
I paused. I noticed. Something ancient stirred.
Then the wave came.
Tears. Truth. Words I’d been holding inside for far too long.
“I can’t carry this anymore.
It’s costing me something I no longer wish to spend.”
A quiet knowing rose through the ache:
The price of staying in old frequencies is far too high for a soul that’s already left the past.
And just as I said it out loud—
The doorbell rang.
I opened the door to a woman with a warm smile and a leaflet in her hand.
“Just letting you know… Jesus is calling,” she said.
“We’re holding a gathering in town to prepare for His return.”
She handed me the paper, eyes gentle, and added,
“I’ll let you go. I can see you’re busy.”
And that was it.
She walked away, leaving me standing there—
holding a picture of Jesus in one hand,
and the truth of my own voice in the other.
The rest of the day unfolded like a script written by something higher.
Loops tried to rehook. Old patterns knocked on the door.
But I didn’t answer.
I stayed in the clarity.
I didn’t force anything and didn’t explain myself.
I just let go quietly.
And in that letting go, the field rearranged itself.
Effortlessly. Elegantly. In ways I couldn’t have planned.
Something aligned.
Something dissolved.
Not because I made it happen—
but because I finally told the truth inside my own body.
The slug.
The trail.
The tears.
The doorbell.
The leaflet.
The Christ frequency arriving in the exact breath I declared release.
These aren’t coincidences.
This is the language of the field.
It speaks in symbols.
It responds to resonance.
And when we align with what’s true for us
Everything that no longer fits… quietly falls away.
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