Tarot Mercedes Dantes [upd] May 2026

She flips the second card. “Present. You’re healing wrong. You think healing is forgetting. It’s not. It’s learning to carry the wound without bleeding on everyone.”

Fifth card: “Outcome. Happiness. But not the kind you see in commercials. Not a white picket fence. More like… a kitchen table where people fight and then laugh and then fight again. Real love. The ugly, beautiful kind.” tarot mercedes dantes

She grins, and for a moment, she looks like a teenager. “Mercedes because I wanted a car I couldn’t afford. And Dantes… like Alexandre Dumas. The Count of Monte Cristo . A man wrongly imprisoned who becomes a ghost of vengeance and mercy.” She taps her temple. “I was wrongly imprisoned? No. I was guilty as sin. But I chose to become a different kind of ghost. One who reads cards instead of holding grudges.” As I leave, she calls after me: “Hey. That Ten of Cups? Don’t go looking for it. It’s not a destination. It’s a decision you make every morning when you wake up and decide not to be an asshole.” She flips the second card

Mercedes Dantes—born Marcus Dupré to a Haitian father and a NOLA Creole mother—is not your typical tarot reader. For one, she doesn’t own a crystal ball. For another, she learned to read cards not in a coven, but in a cell at San Quentin, where she served nine years for a robbery she now calls “a spectacularly stupid act of youthful hunger.” You think healing is forgetting

My throat tightens. I don’t answer.