The valley of the shadow of Death

After the anticipated (and maybe some unanticipated) fireworks, I have moved at the Isha yoga center. All i wish to share about the last few weeks is that it had made me cry for help. Made me go on my knees and beg for redemption. I had not prayed for anything since college. So this was a new thing for me. Strangely the psalmist of the Psalm 23 shares my predicament.
A Psalm of David.
The LORD is my shepherd,I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He restores my soul;
He guides me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I fear no evil,
for You are with me;Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
Also these last few weeks, it made me realize the following:
1) Life is taken for granted. I am afraid of death...Oh yes very much so.
2) Physical security is taken for granted unless it is threatened.
3) Sense and Intelligence is taken for granted. I was in one of the 'Christian' retreat in one of the leading Catholic retreat center in the world and during one of the session, I could not help tears in my eyes as i helplessly beheld innocent young men and women being perverted irresponsibly by brash morality and stunningly stupid simplitudes. After going through this nonsense, my resolve to go full-time only increased. This nonsensical S*H*I*T is bloody good manure.