The Funny With A Pelican

I am fairly fatigued so I am a little loopy.  Everything seems a bit comical.  Some of the tiredness might be from my PT and my swimming.  Starbucks was quite empty when I came in.  I was musing about this and that.  I have a new entity tunneling through and being telepathic.  He is a brilliant PELICAN.  He comes through as a friend I can talk to about all that is around me, especially the nasty I must walk through.  He is an active listener and allows me to just assert my authority with him telepathically.  I am destroying the virulence of the predators around me with truthful comedy.  These people are cruel, and create pain that turns to suffering because the barrage is so great, but they are actually not brilliant and are heading to actual retardation and insanity, possibly this week.  That was never a goal I had, consciously, but The Grand Plan was dripping with it from day one.  Being cruel against me is demonic.  Being that kind of demonic is weak and leads to insanity and retardation.  Physical form will become weak, ugly, and huge soon enough.  As I sat with my new "friend" in my head, I noticed this man who had just ordered coffee.  Before I even knew that I was speaking I said, "Boy, he is cute."  He looked my way.  It was so embarrassing.  I addressed some concerns he had about the thoughts in his head.  He was experiencing satanistic intrusion.  It is when a group of people use a satanistic spell to cause thoughts in some one's head that are not his, but they feel and sound like they are.  He then addressed THEM telepathically and told them that they are demonic, thus weak, and by not being able to come here in person, they are definitely some degree of gay.  My gay barista concurred with him and me.  The man left confused, but just about to birth his RAGE effectively.  Conversation concluded.