When Things Become Simple and Ordinary
- Allison Spiro

- Dec 11, 2025
- 2 min read
At the end of the spiritual process, things become surprisingly simple. Layer after layer falls away until what’s left is soft, innocent, and effortless. Kind of like returning to a state of being newly born into life.
People talk a lot about seeing behind the veil, accessing hidden realms, or gaining mystical abilities. Those things can arise along the way, and they can feel exhilarating. I remember that phase. The chaos, the psychic openings, the speed of everything. The ego grabs hold of those moments and turns them into identity, purpose, and meaning. Once the specialness dissolves and the meaning-making drops away, everything becomes quiet, ordinary, and simple.
I recently spoke with someone in the rising phase of a kundalini awakening. Her psychic abilities were firing, energy rushing, everything intense. She listed all her abilities and asked what mine were. When I said I didn’t have any, she suggested maybe they just hadn’t come online yet. I could feel the excitement in her. I remember feeling that excitement too.
The truth is, the abilities are still here. They just don’t feel personal anymore. They don’t feel like my gifts or even special really. They’re simply the universe moving through awareness. The way wind moves across a field. When she asked, nothing registered them as mine. I don’t even consider them abilities, they just feel like another natural expression inside the field of experience.
In many ways I can see how different my energy feels to others, how differently I meet the world now. Yet I’ve never felt more ordinary, more simple, more like just another part of the space, moving as life moves.
It might sound boring but it feels peaceful, calm and beautiful.




I've recently endevoured to become a morning person. Walking along the water at dawn takes me back to the moments I've been cracked open. Wakefulness is the natural state of life. It is not about aquiring rare & special powers, it is about dropping the conditioned delusions that prevent us from seeing the world in the same manner as the birds who exuberantly praise each new day: a vast, abundant place, where every "ordinary" thing is intimately connected and a constant source of poignanr beauty, wonder & awestruck amazement