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Como exposta pelo Gnani Purush "Dadashri"
Questionador: O ‘Eu’.
Dadashri: Esse ‘Eu’ é precisamente o que você é. E
esse é o ‘Eu’ que você precisa conhecer.
Questionador: Depois de tal separação sou Eu quem
entende que o que sobra é quem realmente Sou? Esse é
o Eu Real?
Dadashri: Sim, o que resta depois da separação é o
seu verdadeiro Eu. ‘Eu’ é Realmente Você. Você nunca se
perguntou isso? Este método para separar o ‘Eu’ do ’meu’,
não é simples?
Questionador: Parece ser simples, mas como é
que vamos fazer a separação nos níveis sookshmatar e
sookhmatam? Sem um Gnani, isso não é possível, correto?
Dadashri: Sim. Isso é o que o Gnani Purush faz
por você. Este é o motivo pelo qual eu digo: separe ’Eu’ e
’meu’ com o ’separador do Gnani’. Como todos os Mestres
de nossas escrituras chamam este separador?
Eles chamam isso de Bhed Gnan. É a Ciência
(conhecimento) da separação. Como você vai eliminar o
’meu’ sem esta Ciência? Você não tem o conhecimento
preciso do que está contido no ‘Eu’ e o que está contido no
’meu’. Bhed Gnan significa: ‘Eu estou totalmente separado
de tudo que é meu’. Isto é, somente através do encontro
com um Gnani Purush que se pode ter contato com essa
ciência da separação.
Uma vez que a separação entre o ‘Eu’ e o ’meu’ é
feita, isto não se torna simples? A Ciência da libertação da
Alma não pretende simplificar este caminho? Caso contrário,
nos dias de hoje, pode-se ler as escrituras à exaustão e
ainda assim não alcançar a libertação da Alma.
12 QUEM SOU EU?
uma vez. Como ele surgiu? Por que foi criado? Quem é
Deus? Quem governa este mundo? O que é isso tudo? Qual
é a nossa forma Real? Depois de conhecer tudo isso, os
enigmas estarão resolvidos para sempre.
EVIDÊNCIA CIENTÍFICA CIRCUNSTANCIAL
Vamos continuar essa discussão. Faça quaisquer
perguntas, para as quais precisa de respostas.
Questionador: Eu não entendo essa ’Evidência
Científica Circunstancial’.
Dadashri: A Evidência Científica Circunstancial é a
base para todo esse entendimento que temos falado. Sem
ela, nem mesmo um único parmanoo (átomo) pode ser
alterado neste mundo. Quando você está prestes a sentar-
se para jantar, você sabe o que vai ser servido? Mesmo
a pessoa que prepara a comida não sabe o que ele ou ela
vai preparar amanhã. Mesmo a quantidade de alimento
que você vai ingerir é determinada com muita precisão
no nível atômico. Qual é a fonte que junta tudo isso e faz
tudo acontecer? É uma maravilha!
Qual a base do significado deste encontro entre você
e eu? Ele está baseado somente em Evidências Científicas
Circunstanciais. Há causas muito sutis e incompreensíveis
por trás dessa reunião. Descubra quais são essas causas.
Questionador: Como iremos encontrar essas causas?
Dadashri: Quando você veio aqui para esta satsang
sua crença foi: ‘Eu vim aqui hoje’. É uma crença errônea
e egoísta quando você diz: ‘Eu vim’ e ‘Eu vou’. Se eu
perguntar por que você não veio ontem, você pode apontar
para as pernas. Então, o que devo entender com isto?
Questionador: Que meus pés estavam doendo.
QUEM SOU EU? 21
Ted and Jan rushed to the kitchen. In the middle of the floor, in the
center of a pool of milk that flowed all about him like a little lake, sat
Trouble, a look of surprise on his chubby face. Near him was a pan
that had held the milk. It had bounced right side up after having been
pulled from the table, and a little milk had remained in it. This milk a
maltese cat was now lapping up.
“Oh, Trouble!” cried Ted.
“And you spilled the nice milk!” added Jan. “And you’re all wet again!
Oh, Trouble Martin!”
“He’s wet, sure enough,” said Nora, who did not seem at all angry at
the mess in her kitchen. “There was nigh two quarts of milk in the
pan. I was goin’ to make it into junket, but the baby got ahead of
me.” She laughed. Nora could laugh easily.
“Oh, my dear Trouble!” cried Mother Martin. “How did it happen?”
“He just got hold of the table oilcloth and pulled on it when I wasn’t
lookin’,” explained Nora. “The pan of milk came with it.”
“Oh, Trouble!” said Mrs. Martin with a sigh, “when will you ever learn
not to pull things?”
“Trouble all wet—bossy-cow splash water—bossy-cow give milk,”
said William, rubbing the white fluid out of his eyes.
“He means a cow was to blame for every bit of his trouble to-day,”
explained Nora. “He was in trouble with a cow in the brook, and now
here. But it’ll be all right. I’ve got more milk for junket, and Turnover
is enjoyin’ herself.”
Turnover was the children’s cat. She had learned the trick of lying
down on her back and rolling over when told to do so. Generally she
did that trick to get something to eat.
“Oh, Turnover!” gasped Jan, “what a fine supper you’re having!”
And then the cat, thinking she had been told to do her trick, rolled
right over in the pool of milk on the kitchen floor.
“I ’ike Turnover,” gurgled William, as he clasped the now dripping
and bedraggled pet in his arms, making himself wetter than ever.
“I’ll be glad when this day is over!” sighed Mrs. Martin, but she could
not help laughing at the funny picture Trouble made.
His mother carried the baby off to put him to bed; Nora set the pan
out of the way, where the cat could finish her supper in peace; and
then the maid started to mop the floor.
“I’ll make more junket after William’s asleep,” said Nora to Jan and
Ted.
They were very fond of milk made thick and sweet in this way, and
Trouble too always ate his share of junket.
The day on which so many things had happened came to an end at
last. Trouble was in bed and asleep. So were Jan and Ted. Mother
and Father Martin sat up a little later than usual, talking.
“Then you think, after all, we can go to Cherry Farm?” asked Mother
Martin.
“Oh, yes. We’ll go. Maybe there’ll be some way out of the trouble. I
want the children to have a happy summer.”
“Well, they surely will if they spend their vacation on Cherry Farm.”
And, though neither Mother nor Father Martin knew it, the Curlytops
were also going to do more than just have fun.
“What are you goin’ to do, Teddy?” asked Jan the next morning after
breakfast, as she saw her brother out in the yard with a shovel.
“Huh? Who dropped a ‘g’ letter that time?” asked Ted with a laugh.
“Well, I didn’t mean to,” responded Janet. “I was wondering what you
were going to do with the shovel.”
“I’m going to dig a hole,” and Ted was very particular to put his g on
the ends of words this time, though he forgot oftener than did his
sister.
“A hole! What for?” asked Janet. “Are you going to plant something,
as grandpa does at Cherry Farm?”
“Nope. I’m just going to dig a big hole and see how deep I can make
it. Then it won’t seem so long waiting until it’s time to go to
grandpa’s.”
“Oh! Let me help?” begged Jan. “I love to dig!”
“I’ll let you shovel away the dirt I dig,” promised her brother. “But
don’t let Trouble see us.”
“Why not?”
“Because he might fall down the hole, and if I make it deep maybe
we couldn’t get him out.”
“Nora took him to the store with her,” answered Janet. “He won’t
bother us for awhile.”
“All right. Then we’ll dig.”
Part of the Martin yard was the children’s playground, where they
were allowed to do about as they pleased. Ted was fond of digging in
the sandy soil, and he often made forts, tunnels and cities in the
earth, Jan helping in this play.
Picking out a spot where the soil was soft, Ted began to dig.
“You poke the dirt away when I shovel it up,” Ted ordered his sister,
for though she sometimes told him what to do, like a “little mother”
when it came to anything like this Ted was the “boss.”
It was not hard digging, and Ted soon had a hole deep enough for
him to stand in, being down in it as far as his knees. As he was
shoveling out the dirt, which Janet pushed to one side, the iceman
came along.
“Hello, Curlytop!” he called to Ted. “What are you doing?”
“Digging a hole.”
“So I see,” and the iceman jingled his tongs. “Are you going clear
through to China?”
“Where’s China?” asked Jan.
“It’s where the laundryman does daddy’s shirts,” explained Ted.
“No, I mean the country where the Chinese laundrymen come from,”
went on the iceman with a laugh. “It’s supposed to be straight down
through this earth on the other side, you know. So, if you dig deep
enough, you may come to China,” and he passed on.
“I’m going to do it,” said Ted after a bit, during which time he had dug
so deep that only his shoulders were out of the ground.
“Do what?” asked his sister.
“Dig to China. And when I get the hole all the way through I’ll take
you with me.”
“I—I guess I don’t want to come,” said Janet slowly.
“Why not?”
She thought for a minute while Ted looked at her over the edge of
the hole.
“’Cause what are you going to stand on when you get all the way
through the hole to China? There won’t be anything there and you’ll
fall. I don’t want to fall.”
Teddy thought this over a minute and then said:
“Well, maybe I won’t go all the way to China. I forgot about falling
through. But I’ll dig a deep hole anyhow.”
And he did—so deep that at last Jan had to stand on the very edge
of it and look down in it before she could see her brother.
“Don’t go down any farther,” she begged. “You maybe can’t get out
again.”
“Yes I can,” declared Ted. “You get the little ladder we play light
street-lamps with, an’ I can climb out.”
This ladder was a side from an old wooden crib that Trouble no
longer slept in, and Ted and Jan often used it in their games.
When Jan brought this and put it down in the hole, Ted could easily
climb out.
“I guess I won’t dig any more now,” he said. “I’ll cover up the hole
with some boards, and maybe to-morrow I’ll go deeper.”
Jan helped her brother put some pieces of wood over the hole and
then she went off to play with her doll while Ted found Tom Taylor,
and the two boys played marbles in the shade.
That night, just as the Curlytops were going to bed, there was a
queer howling in the yard.
“What’s that?” asked their mother.
“It sounds like Skyrocket,” said Daddy Martin.
“Oh, it is our dog!” cried Ted. “Something has bit him.”
“Maybe he has bit some person, or maybe a cat,” said his father. “I’ll
go and see what it is.”
The Curlytops waited anxiously until their father came back. When
he did he was laughing, and he carried Skyrocket in his arms.
“I found him down in a big hole in the yard,” said Mr. Martin. “Poor
Skyrocket couldn’t get up. He had fallen through the boards that
were over the hole. I wonder how it got there?”
“I was going to dig through to China,” explained Ted, “but I didn’t
finish. Is Skyrocket hurt?”
“No,” answered Daddy Martin. “But I guess he was pretty badly
scared. Don’t dig such deep holes any more, Teddy.”
Ted promised he would not, and after he and his sister had petted
their dog they went to bed.
A few days later everything was ready for the start to Grandpa
Martin’s home in the country. Ted and Jan, dressed and ready to
start for the railroad station, were out on the front porch taking care
of Trouble.
“Well, well! you look very spruce this morning!” called the postman
as he passed the house. “Where are you going, Curlytop—you and
your brother and sister all dressed up so stylish?” and he patted
Ted’s hair, which seemed more tangled than ever.
“We’re going to grandpa’s Cherry Farm,” Ted answered.
“Save me some cherries,” begged the postman. “I love ’em, but
nobody ever sends me any in the letters I deliver.”
“I guess they’d squash and the juice would run all over if they did,”
laughed Jan.
“I guess so,” agreed the postman. “Well, good-bye, Curlytops, and
Trouble too! I hope you have a good time!”
“Good-bye!” they called to him.
A little while after this they were in the train and on the way to
Elmburg. Many of the passengers in the car looked more than once
at the curly, tousled heads of Jan and Ted, and one woman
remarked:
“Did you ever see such wonderful hair?”
“It must be a task to comb it,” said another.
“No wonder the conductor called them what he did as he passed
through,” said the first woman.
“What was it?” asked the second.
“He named them the ‘Curlytops.’ But I suppose they’re used to that
by this time. I never saw such tight curls!”
Nothing much happened on the trip, except that Trouble wanted a
number of drinks of water. Ted or Jan brought them to him in cute,
little, white paper cups, and Baby William thought they were fine to
play with, after he had emptied them.
“P’ease, Teddy, det me a dwink,” Trouble begged for about the
eighth time. “I’s fwirsty!”
So Ted brought the paper cup full of water.
“Dat’s dood! bring me annuver!” demanded Trouble, as soon as he
had drained the last drop, and piled the cup up with others on the
window-sill. “I ’ikes water!”
“Better look out or you’ll have to swim to grandpa’s if you drink much
more,” laughed Daddy Martin.
Then Mother Martin took Baby William on her lap and talked to him,
telling him a little story that sent him to Slumberland, thus giving Ted
and Jan a rest from going up and down the car aisle after drinks of
water for their little brother.
In the afternoon the train reached the village, and there was
Grandpa Martin smiling and looking eagerly at each coach to get the
first glimpse of his loved ones.
“Well, well! Here you are! Here you are!” he cried as he saw them.
“Right over this way is the team! Pile in! Pile in!”
The patient horses stood waiting. The big wagon held the whole
family, trunks and all. Jan and Ted looked curiously at their
grandfather at first, as if to see whether his trouble had changed him
any. But if he was worrying, he did not show it, and the two Curlytops
breathed easier.
“Is the farm there all right?” Jan could not help asking, as grandpa
turned the horses down the shady road.
“All there—what the high water didn’t wash away,” he answered with
a laugh, and hearing this the children felt better.
“And how is Trouble?” asked grandpa, looking at the baby. “Did he
cut up any coming down?”
“No, he was pretty good,” laughed the baby’s mother, and then she
and daddy and grandpa talked, while Jan and Ted looked at houses
and other things along the road, trying to remember what they had
seen on their last visit to the country.
“Oh, there’s the house!” cried Ted as the horses trotted around a turn
in the highway.
“And there’s grandma waving to us!” added Jan. “Oh, I’m so happy!”
“Bless your hearts!” cried grandma, as she kissed them all,
snuggling her withered cheeks—like well-kept apples—down on the
chubby face of Baby Trouble. “Bless your hearts—every one!”
“You dot any bossy-cows?” Trouble demanded when everyone had
seen everyone else, and it was quiet for a minute in the old
farmhouse. “I want a bossy-cow.”
“What does he mean?” asked grandma.
“Oh, I guess he’s thinking of the time he gave some watercress to a
cow that was in our brook,” explained Ted, telling how Trouble had
been stuck in the mud.
“Bossy-cow splashed milk on me,” went on Trouble. “I like milk.”
“But I don’t want you taking any more baths in it,” laughed his
mother. “You may go out and play with him,” she added to the two
Curlytops. “Be careful he doesn’t get into mischief!”
“Come on!” cried Jan. “We’ll go outside and have some fun,
Trouble!”
“Trouble!” exclaimed Grandma Martin. “What a name for a dear,
sweet little baby!”
“Well, he’s a dear, sweet, little bunch of trouble—sometimes,”
laughed Daddy Martin.
“We see bossy-cow?” asked William, as he took hold of his sister’s
hand on one side, and Ted’s on the other.
“Yes, if we can find one,” promised Jan. “Come on!”
Trouble was very willing to go. He toddled along down the side path
out toward the barn. Some chickens, in their wire-fenced yard where
they were kept so they could not scratch the garden, cackled at the
children, and an old rooster crowed.
“Dat our roosterfer?” asked William, making the name a little longer
than it needed to be.
“No, that isn’t our roosterfer,” laughed Jan. “It’s one just like ours,
though. Oh, Trouble, you mustn’t throw a stick at the nice rooster!”
she cried, for her little brother had let go of her hand and had tossed
a stick over into the chicken yard, making the fowls scatter about
with many a surprised cluck.
“What are you doing, Trouble?” asked Ted.
“Make roosterfer crow see if he got cold like our roosterfer,” was the
answer. “Trouble want hear roosterfer crow.”
“Oh, never mind about the roosterfer,” beguiled Jan. “Let’s go to see
the bossy-cows.”
This was what William wanted, so away he toddled, leaving the
chickens in peace. The children went out to the barn, where some of
the horses, which the men were not using at different places on the
farm, were eating hay or grain in their stalls. Ted and Jan always
liked to look at the horses. Sometimes one would put its head over
the lower half of the closed stall door and look at the little boy and
girl, letting them rub its velvety nose.
While Jan and Ted were doing this of course they could not keep
hold of Trouble’s hands, nor did they watch him very closely. So,
when they looked for him a little later, they did not see their small
brother.
“Oh, where can he have gone?” gasped Janet. “And mother told us
to be so careful in watching him!”
“He can’t be very far off,” answered Ted. “He was here a little while
ago. Come on, we’ll look!”
They went out of the barn, one of the horses calling, or whinnying,
after them. The door had been left open when they went into the
barn, and of course Trouble could have gone out that way.
But when Jan and Ted looked around the barn, near the corncrib, up
past the smoke-house and in near-by hiding places, where they,
themselves, often hid, they did not find Trouble.
“Oh, where can he be?” said Jan again and again.
“We’ll find him!” Ted declared.
But this time Trouble seemed to have hidden himself very carefully.
Nor did he answer to the calls Jan and Ted gave. They did not want
to call their father or mother, for they were not yet quite ready to give
up and admit that they, themselves, could not find their little brother.
“Let’s look down in the lane,” said Ted after a bit.
This lane was a long, grassy one between two big meadows, and
was a sort of driveway leading to a far-off part of Cherry Farm. Other
farmers besides Grandpa Martin sometimes used it, though it
belonged to him and came to an end near his barns.
So down the lane went Jan and Ted, calling for their little brother.
They walked on a little way and then stopped to listen.
“Hark!” called Ted suddenly, when his sister had finished her last cry
for the missing child.
From behind some bushes a little way ahead of them came a baby
voice saying:
“I found de bossy-cow! I found de bossy-cow! But he’s a ’ittle bit one.
Such a ’ittle bit!”
“There’s Trouble!” cried Jan joyously.
“Yes. But I wonder what he has,” said Ted.
They ran ahead, and there, behind the bush, they saw Baby William
sitting on the ground and holding to the horns of a big goat that was
standing in front of Trouble, looking at him as though in great
surprise.
“Why Trouble Martin! What are you doing?” cried Jan. “Come away
from that goat this minute! He may hook you!”
“Dis a bossy-cow!” Trouble murmured, holding with one hand to the
long horns of the animal and with the other stroking the chin
whiskers. “Nice bossy-cow!”
“It’s a goat!” cried Ted, walking toward the child and wondering if the
goat would butt him if he lifted Trouble out of the way.
“Dis a bossy-cow!” insisted Trouble. “Bossy-cow got horns. Dis got
horns. Dis bossy-cow!”
“Get up off the ground,” ordered Jan. “How did you get there?”
“Nice bossy-cow push me down here,” said Trouble.
“I think the goat must have butted him a little,” said Ted. “But the goat
is a gentle one, I guess. He didn’t hurt Trouble. Get up!” he said.
“Come here, Trouble.”
“No! Can’t.”
“You can’t come! Why not?” asked Ted in surprise. “Why can’t you
come away from the goat—I mean bossy-cow, Trouble?”
“’Cause Trouble am a hen now. Trouble goin’ to sit on hen’s nest and
watch for ’ittle chickens. De bossy-cow he push me in chickie’s nest
an’ I goin’ to be hen! I dess I didn’t break all de eggs!” He moved a
little to one side, still keeping hold of the goat’s horn, and showed
Ted and Jan that he was, indeed, sitting in the midst of the whites
and yellows of the broken eggs of a hen’s nest which had been
made under the bush.
“Oh my!” gasped Ted. “He is right in with the eggs! Oh, what a mess
he’ll be! Oh, Trouble!”
“Such trouble!” echoed Jan.
“Dat me. I’s Trouble!” cheerfully observed Baby William. “An’ I’s dot a
bossy-cow!”
CHAPTER IV
THE GOAT WAGON
The Curlytops stood and looked at their little brother. That was all
they could do for a few seconds. It all seemed so very queer and
funny. There sat Trouble right in the middle of the hen’s nest, and he
had sat down so hard, or rather, the goat had pushed him down so
quickly, that many of the eggs were broken.
“I’s a chickie—dat’s what I is,” said Trouble. “An’ I dot a bossy-cow.
He’s all mine—I ketched him. He was jumpin’ over de grass like a
grasshopper an’ I ketched him. I got him now!”
“Yes, he has got him,” remarked Ted. “It’s a fine goat, too. I wonder
whose he is?”
“Dis a bossy-cow, an’ I ketched him,” said Trouble again. “I’s a hen,
too, an’ I’s goin’ to have ’ittle chickies!”
“Chickens can’t come out of broken eggs—anyhow not till after the
hen sits on ’em and the chickens break the shells themselves,”
explained Jan. “I saw a chickie break out of the shell once. But, oh,
Trouble! you are such a sight! What will mother say, I wonder?”
“She like de bossy-cow,” answered the little fellow.
“It isn’t a cow. That’s a goat,” said Ted. “And it’s a wonder he didn’t
butt you and hurt you.”
“I guess he’s tame,” remarked Jan. “He looks like a nice goat.”
Ted went up to the animal Trouble was holding by the horns and
patted it. The goat made a soft bleating sound, like a sheep, and
seemed to like being rubbed.
“He is a nice goat,” went on Ted. “I wish we could keep him.”
“He’s mine,” announced Trouble. “He’s a ’ittle bossy-cow, isn’t him?”
“Well, you can call him that,” laughed Jan. “Let go of him, Trouble,
and let’s see if he’ll run away.”
Baby William let his chubby hands slip from the goat’s horns, and the
animal backed away a few steps but did not leave the place. Instead
he came close to Ted and rubbed his little black nose on the boy’s
hand.
“He likes you,” said Jan. “Oh, wouldn’t it be great if we could keep
him for our own, and hitch him to a pony cart, Ted?”
“A pony cart would be too big. It would have to be a goat cart.”
“I’s got a go-cart at home. We can put de ’ittle goat-bossy-cow in dat
an’ div him a wide,” put in Trouble in his own peculiar language.
“Brother Ted means a goat cart—not a baby-carriage go-cart,”
explained Jan. “Oh, Trouble, wouldn’t it be nice if we could keep the
goat?”
“Yes. Him’s my goat,” said Trouble, but he was more interested just
then in himself. He had pulled himself to his feet by taking hold of
some of the branches of the bush over his head, and now he turned
half around to look at the seat of his little bloomers.
“Oh, Trouble!” cried Ted, laughing, “you look just like a fried egg!”
“Or an omelet!” added Jan. “What shall we do with him?”
Ted did not know. Nearly always when his little brother fell in the
mud, or got dirty from playing in the yard, his mother or Nora took
charge of him. Neither of them was at hand how. What could be
done?
“We could let him ride home on the goat,” said Ted, scratching his
head as he had seen his father do when he was trying to think.
“Oh! are you going to take him home—to grandpa’s?” asked Jan.
“We’ve got to. Can’t leave him here. He’s got to be washed and
dressed and——”
“I was talking about the goat,” laughed Jan.
“Oh! I meant Trouble. But we’ll take the goat home, too. He may
belong to somebody else, but maybe we can keep him a little while
and have some fun. Wonder what his name is?”
“Bossy,” said Trouble. “Him’s a bossy!”
“No; that’s a cow’s name, and this is a goat,” explained Jan. “We’ll
have to think up a name for him. But, oh, Trouble! how are we ever
going to get you clean? Those eggs are so messy!”
“That’s what I meant by letting him ride the goat,” went on Ted. “Most
of the whites and yallers would come off on the goat.”
“Then we’d have to wash it,” said Jan.
“That would be easy,” declared Ted. “All we’d have to do would be to
let him swim in the brook.”
“Dere’s a brook over here,” said Trouble, waving his hand to show
where he meant. “I frowed stones in it, an’ den I found de bossy-
cow-goat. I wash myse’f in de brook.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Jan. “Maybe we can wash off some of the egg
before mother sees him, Ted. She’ll blame us for not keeping watch
of him.”
“He ran out of the barn before I saw him,” said Teddy. “Well, come
on, let’s go to the water. Wait, though. I don’t want this goat to get
away. I’ll tie a piece of string to his horns and lead him along with
us.”
Ted found a piece of thin cord among the many things in his pockets,
and fastened a bit to the horns of the goat. If the animal had not
wanted to go along with the children the string would not have pulled
him, for it could have easily been broken. However the goat seemed
to have taken a liking to the Curlytops, and it followed Jan and Ted
as they led their little brother toward the brook.
It was not far from where Trouble had sat down in the hen’s nest,
and then, tying the goat to an old stump near by, Ted and Jan started
to clean Baby William’s bloomers of the egg stains. They stood him
on the edge of the brook, and by using bunches of grass for wash
cloths they got off some of the sticky whites and yellows. Trouble