Thank you for calling the Tóxica Tarot hotline. Listen closely because the options can always change. Press one if you give free advice nobody asked for because you're a giver. Press two if you refold the sweaters the right way at a store you don't work at. Press three if you send a calendar invite because spontaneity is just for people who are bad at planning. If you answered yes to any of these, amiga, stay on the line Toxica Tarot is for entertainment purposes only. The host is not a therapist, does not offer readings, and is legally speaking just a rando on the internet. Twenty-two archetypes, one card a week. Side effects may include cringe, compassion, and cunty self-care. Toxica Tarot is Latina made for the girls, gays, and theys. Audience discretion is advised. Hola, hola, hola. I'm so glad you're here. Come on in. Relax your shoulders. Maybe a couple of slow neck stretches. I'm settling in and making myself some herbal tea. I really love this one. It's called Calmate Tea from Xicali Products. We've got chamomile to quiet the nervous system and lavender for when tension is tensioning. A little ritual before we begin. Let's get comfortable so we can get a little uncomfortable. I'm your host, Carla Corazón, and this is Tóxica Tarot, the show where we pull cards and name patterns Meet the Emperor. When we meet the Emperor, the sky is flat and yellow, and on the horizons are rocky peaks. There are no fields or trees, and at the center, we have a figure on a throne. The posture is straight and authoritative, no lean detected. Rich red robes with armor underneath. Both hands are carrying symbols of authority, life in one and dominion in the other. Four ram heads are carved into the corners of the throne, the mark of an Aries. And if you have any Aries friends, you know they are not fucking around. The Emperor is the person who decides how things are gonna work, where the line is, and what happens when you cross it, because somebody has to hold the line, even when it costs them their softness. The balanced Emperor holds the room together. The unbalanced one needs you to know they have you in a chokehold, and it's not even the fun kind. Meet La Mandona. The Emperor archetype is giving daddy because let's face it, daddy is a state of mind and has nothing to do with gender. It has to do with preparedness, the type you admire on a date because they've already looked into parking, whether the menu is gluten-free, how far the walk is from the car, and what kind of shoes you're wearing. But an unbalanced Emperor, they don't wanna provide. They wanna decide. And suddenly, they're aggressively guarding the thermostat, turning,"I've got it," into, "Because I said so." Which brings us to the character who has mastered this, the absolute final boss of being in charge. In Tóxica Tarot, the shadow version of the Emperor is called La Mandona, patron tóxica of control. La Mandona learned early that being unprepared is how you become unsafe, and now they struggle to trust a plan they didn't make themselves. If the last tóxica, La Hermana Mami, is the older sister who reorganizes your kitchen and gently asks if you like it better, La Mandona is the matriarch who did it while you were out, threw away your favorite mug, and didn't ask. The kitchen is better now. You're welcome. The inheritance In this space, we listen and we don't judge, but we do have a Yolanda Clause. The clause covers pattern recognition, but not absolution. It's not a hall pass to cause or endure harm. La Mandona watched a leader fail in real time. Someone let the structure drop and the consequences fell on the people they love. They remember making quiet promises to themselves that they would never let something like this happen again. They became good at organizing, anticipating, tracking variables. If they didn't, no one else would. But this kind of hypervigilance is a hell of a tax to pay for what they're actually looking for, which is peace. They're used to catching the problem before it happens. Every mistake is proof that they weren't vigilant enough. Someone capable handles it, but La Mandona can't seem to trust it. They redo it, checking the locks after someone told them they were locked. La Mandona ends up losing the muscle of not being in charge. Eventually, the offers of help stop coming. And they're left with the responsibility of all of it. They wanted help, but they also needed it done their way. Both are true and both are painful. The shadow gift is that they can take complexity and make it workable. Turn a room full of chaos into a flowchart in fifteen minutes. The world is held together by people like La Mandona. Cities run because there's a Mandona in the planning office. Tóxica Cinema. Once an episode, we pull characters from film and television, not to roast them, but for pattern recognition and always with love. Representing La Mandona, we have Ripley from sci-fi classic Alien, and Miranda from fashion classic The Devil Wears Prada. We start off with Ripley, who makes the rules very clear: no contact with unknown aliens, no bringing aliens over the bridge, and no aliens as face accessories. When the landing party arrives, Ripley enforces the no alien hitchhiker rule, and the science officer overrides her. One by one, the crew go down and the captain's chair is empty. Ripley takes her seat because let's be honest, somebody had to, and she trusted her intentions more than anyone else's. Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wears Prada. She runs her magazine like a beautifully dressed dictatorship. Every variable is memorized. Every 15-minute interval is scheduled. She can sense a disastrous floral print from three blocks away. Nigel, her work bestie and protege, is excited about a new promotion. Then Miranda's own seat comes under threat. The board wants someone younger, so she takes said promotion that she arranged for Nigel and gives it to the woman that is coming for her job. Ripley's system failed her. Miranda's system did exactly what she needed it to do. Nigel does not get the job, and Miranda does not lose her position. The cost of keeping Miranda indispensable is paid by someone who trusted her. Ripley from Aliens intervenes because someone with authority kept making decisions that put people at risk. Miranda intervenes to keep her authority from going to someone else. One protects the room from the person in charge, and the other protects her position from the room. La Mandona can lose track of the difference between being able to handle it and having to handle it, and refuses to let anyone else try. Mythical Tóxicas. Once an episode, we go all the way back. Tonight, we're going to India to learn about Durga. Durga, if you didn't know, is a major goddess in Hinduism, central to Shaktism, a tradition that recognizes the divine feminine as a supreme power. In one widely told story, the gods are losing to the buffalo demon Mahishasura. They cannot defeat him. From their combined radiance, Durga takes form. Multiple arms, weapons gifted by the god, she rides a lion into battle. Durga wins, and her victory is celebrated during Navratri, nine nights devoted to the goddess. La Mandona hears this and recognizes the assignment. Everyone is out of options, and you're the one they're counting on. But La Mandona brings a question of her own. What happens to our brave hero after the war? When does she experience that passenger princess kind of peace? For La Mandona, the emergency can end before the responsibility does. Everyone else moves on, and they're still preparing for the next one. Three worlds, tarot, cinema, mythology, different countries, different centuries, same pattern. Before we close out, three questions. You don't have to answer them now, just hold onto them. What did you hand off that you then had to redo because it wasn't done properly? When someone else handles it and nothing falls apart, what do you do with that information? Who are you allowed to be when you're not the one in charge? the La Mandona call is now closed. Next time, we're opening up the call to La Namastóxica, the cousin who's seen the light on their latest retreat to Bali and wishes you would too. I have to go. My brother needs to hear what I think about his life. And remember, not saints, ni tóxicas