“You can do anything,” Regan says, reaching out and stroking her hand down the bird’s back. “Very nice. It feels real.” Sitting back again, she tucks her legs under her and continues with the lesson. “Anything you can imagine, you can create--if only in your own mind. If you touch the minds of others, you can create there, too. Anyway. Controlling your power.”
Regan points at the house as her example. “Create yourself a palace. Or a garden. Make it look like whatever you want. Then add layers. There are rooms inside my palace that contain whole universes. And other things, too. Like memories, and feelings. If there’s something I don’t want to feel, I lock it up. Makes getting over old boyfriends way easier, let me tell you. If I’m worried about another psychic rooting through my head, I hide it. Places people wouldn’t expect--like... hide a whole jungle inside of a teacup, and you’re the only one who knows which tree in the jungle holds your secret. See?
“So, for example, if you really needed to control some part of your powers, since you’re a psychic, you can just... lock it up. Your powers aren’t physical, they’re mental, and your mind can be anything you imagine. Put the parts that scare you in a closet, so only you have the key. And when you’re ready to let them out, you know where the key is. Easy peasy.”