“It’s going to be beautiful,” Naomi assured her. “Let’s just pick a few things.” She passed Gabby some cake samples. “We can start with a fun part.”
Gabby took a bite of the cupcake. “Ohmygod, is this buttercream?”
Naomi laughed. “Yes.”
“Never mind. Let’s plan weddings all day.” Gabby took anotherbite and practically melted into the chair while she admitted to herself that she was addicted to sugar. And to screens. It’s not like she was eating candy bars at home, but cutting out sugar cold turkey was not good for a person’s mental health.
What had Jasmine said earlier?Sugars and trans fats don’t just block arteries and nerve conduction; they block your energy.
Gabby moaned. “You’re my favorite person here.” Before she could overthink it, she picked a chocolate strawberry cake. One decision made!
Naomi smiled. “Let’s go check out a few spots for the ceremony. We’ll see which one has the right energy. You’ll know it when you feel it.
“There’s the G-hut. It’s built for ceremonies, and the view is to-die-for.”
Gabby shuddered. The G-hut was tooDaVinci Code. What else had been tossed down that hole besides her phone?
Naomi laughed. “The G-hut is intensely spiritual.”
That was one word for it.
She gestured for Gabby to follow. “Let’s take a walk.”
The first stop was a large room in the Inner-G lodge. “Here’s the sanctuary. This is where we gather for GTs.”
Gabby perked up. “Gin and tonics?” Finally, someone was speaking her language.
Naomi laughed her off with a wave. “You wish.”
“There really aren’t any drugs here? What about ayahuasca?” It’s not like she wanted to try it, but if she didn’t try it here, when would she?”
Naomi asked, “What do you think?”
It was a beautiful indoor/outdoor space with seating for a smallarmy. “Is there anything more intimate?” She would prefer not to invite everyone who’d ever been involved in Inner-G.
“Outdoor?”
“Definitely,” said Gabby. “We’re in paradise. No sense being inside.”
“You’re right. Sometimes I forget.” After grabbing some G-shots “to make up for the cupcakes,” Naomi led them down to the beach.
“What is a radical molecule anyway?”
Naomi stood up straighter and recited, “An energy-clearing ingredient derived from native plants. When you first get here, G recommends at least five shots a day to clear the toxins.” She walked down a beautiful path. “Your toxic load is going to reduce drastically after you’re here for a few days. Did they hook you up to a tox-o-meter when you arrived?”
“Um, no.”
“It’s amazing,” Naomi rhapsodized. “Three days of G-shots, clean living, yoga, and a balanced life, and your toxic load just drops. You’ll be lighter and think clearer. Better sleep and better—” Naomi cleared her throat. In a loud whisper, she said, “And better sex.” She fanned her face. “I didn’t know what I was missing until I tapped into my inner-G and detoxed from the noise.”
It’s not like she didn’t want all those things, but it sounded like a MUD\WTR ad, or anything with mushrooms. Her social media was fat with the promise of mushrooms to change her life. “Is there a mushroom component to Inner-G?”
Naomi’s eyebrows drew together, her expression confused. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just that I keep seeing ads for mushroom this and mushroom that. They all say better sex, better sleep, better brain.”
“Oh.” Naomi shook her head. “That sounds like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo marketing. Inner-G is different than that because it’s not a product; it’s a practice.”
Hmmm. Maybe.
