Tarot Mercedes Dantes [work] May 2026

I step out into the Oakland sun. The Botánica next door is playing a corrido. A child is crying over a spilled slushie. Somewhere, a car alarm wails.

“People come to me and say, ‘Will he come back?’ ‘Will I get the job?’ ‘Am I cursed?’” She snorts. “You’re not cursed. You’re just predictable. You keep dating the same man with a different name. You keep applying to jobs that will destroy your soul. The cards don’t predict the future. They show you the pattern. And patterns are just habits you haven’t hated enough to break.” tarot mercedes dantes

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