Look, I don't make a big deal about this. In fact, normally I wouldn't mention it. (It's a bit like having a third nipple: not really embarrassing but one doesn't tend to brag about it.)
The fact of the matter is that I have super-powers. Now, what do I mean by that? Am I being metaphorical, or telling a story for some fictive purpose perhaps, or do I really mean that I have "magical" powers?
It is the latter. I really do have "magical" powers. I can fly, teleport, turn invisible, all that shit. I'm immune to poison, disease, fire, cold. I don't need to eat or drink or even breath. I can dissolve my body and re-materialize it, etc., etc., yadda yadda.
Now, none of this matters. The only important thing to know about these "powers" is that they are a distraction.
That is so important that I'll repeat it: Magic powers are a distraction, leave them alone, never-you-mind.
As a side-effect of spiritual attainment you do actually develop crazy cool powers, traditionally called "Siddhis", but they are just another part of Maya (illusion) to be overcome!
And besides, they aren't useful for anything!
(Did you see the movie "Loopers"? Some people in the future develop telekinesis but all they can do is levitate quarters and such. It's pretty funny. This is sort of like that but not really.)
What do you think, that I fly through the air down to the corner store to get milk? People would go ape-shit.
No. I never use any of my super-special mystic abilities. Except one.
Out of all the fantastic amazing things that my attainment permits me to do, all the wonderful magical powers and fantastic journeys I might undergo, I stay here on Earth and do just one thing, use just one "power".