My boyfriend Jeremy was writing a book or a script.  He pitched or read it to me and a few other people.  I don't remember the plot.  The ending was not happy- it would be too stereotypical if it was a happy ending.  It was not impressive as a whole- turned down.  I thought it was okay but was confused about the third quarter of the story- he sort of rushed through that.  I took Jeremy to see a mystic.  She tried to help/train him.  There was a pile of glowing embers, very small flames near burning out.  She told him to raise the flames with the power of his mind.  He said he couldn't and wasn't really willing to give it a try in his skepticism.  She was encouraging him to try.  While she did this, I thought maybe if he could see it could be done, he would be more willing to try, so I raised the flames.  It was easier than expected, kind of like controlling the wind.  I had fun with it, raising and lowering them many times quickly in succession.  The woman was impressed with the ease and quickness with how I did it, thinking I was just another 'regular' person.