A Near-Death Birth, My Father’s Goodbye, And The Mystery Of Being B Negative

A birth that nearly slipped into silence, a father’s last goodbye, and a quiet figure in the corner who felt more like a guardian than a threat—this story sits at the seam where science and the unseen touch. I take you into the room: blood counts dropping, doctors stunned by rapid healing, and a newborn watched by a man in a hat no one else could see. What followed was a season of thresholds—two floors and a breath between joy and grief—as my dad met my son and then let go, leaving a thread that still pulls me back to that night.

From there, we widen the lens. A sudden white cataract at thirty-four became both a medical emergency and a metaphor, a veil over sight that lifted into a sharper, more honest view of life. I walk through the clinical facts and the symbolic echoes—how vision can dim when the soul is overwhelmed, and how surgery can mark a rebirth of perception. Along the way, I finally learned my blood type: B negative. That rarity comes with a tangle of theories, from personality traits to esoteric lineages that cast Rh negative blood as a marker of mediators and memory keepers. You’ll hear both the grounded and the mystical takes, held with curiosity rather than certainty.

This episode is for anyone who has stood between light and shadow and wondered what held them up. We talk thresholds, guardianship, grief, and the strange ways bodies tell stories—through numbers, scars, and sight returned. Whether you lean on data, faith, or both, you’ll find space here to sit with the unknown without letting it swallow the known. If this resonates, share it with someone walking their own hallway between worlds, subscribe for more boundary-walking stories, and leave a review to tell me where science and spirit meet for you.

Chapters

• 0:00 Birth At The Threshold
• 0:32 The Shadowed Watcher Appears
• 2:28 Numbers That Should Not Add Up
• 4:01 Grief And A Final Goodbye
• 5:12 Luck, Hemorrhage, And Survival
• 5:16 The White Cataract Mystery
• 7:06 Symbolism Of Sight And Renewal
• 8:16 Discovering B Negative
• 9:12 Esoteric Bloodlines And Starseeds
• 13:12 Community Invite And Contact

Transcript

SPEAKER_00: 0:00

They say birth is the beginning of everything, but sometimes it's the border between two worlds. A place where life and death meet, they exchange a look and quietly pass each other by. And this is your host, Melissa, at Strange Drange, Beyond Insane. So tonight I want to dive into something very personal. Um pretty much gonna talk about my whole birthing experience and losing my father just a couple weeks later. And we're gonna call this between the light and the shadow. I nearly lost all of my blood that night. I should have been gone, but something or someone was in that room with me, keeping watch until the dawn came. I can't prove it. I can only tell you that when the doctors said my body healed faster than they'd ever seen, I know that I was not healing alone. My father's soul left this world just as my son opened his eyes to it. Two lives meeting in the same halls under the same lights. Maybe that shadowed man wasn't the angel of death after all. Maybe he was the gatekeeper, making sure the door did not close too soon. So if you ever find yourself between light and shadow, between a heartbeat and a whisper, remember not every dark presence is here to take something. Some are here to actually make sure that you stay here, safe and sound. I often think back to that night before everything crashed, the quiet hours when the monitors finally stopped beeping and the hallway lights dimmed. My husband had stepped out for a moment and it was just me, the hum of machines, and Jack sleeping in his bassinet. That's when I saw him. A man about average height, black and shadowy, sitting in the corner of the room, a hat, folded hands, eyes fixed, not on me, but on my newborn. The strange thing was I did not feel afraid. The air didn't change, it was calm, and it was almost like a protective feeling. When Paul came back with the Gatorade, I asked who that man was. He quietly responded with, There's no one else here. Maybe there was, maybe there wasn't. I don't know, but I know what I seen. Numbers don't always tell a story, but these ones did. When I arrived, my blood count was about 12.9, then it dropped to about six, and then barely over five. I should have been weak, gray, slipping away. Instead, I was on my feet pacing the floor, rocking my newborn, whispering to him that we would both be okay. When they finally brought the blood transfusion, the room filled with hushed voices and side glances. Doctors, nurses, residents, each one checking the chart, then looking back at me as if to confirm that I was actually real. And then there was my incision. Twelve hours after surgery, when they came to change the dressing, the skin was already knitting together, pink, sealed, and clean. They called in another nurse, then another, a small crowd gathered around the bed, silent for a moment before one of them finally whispered, I've never seen one heal this fast. I did not know what to say. Maybe it was the medicine, maybe it was something unseen, maybe the same force that kept me upright at a 5.1 blood level was still at work. All I knew was that I had walked through blood and shadow and somehow come out the other side hole. And two floors below, my father, already on his final journey, had got to meet my son just long enough to see that that line of life kept going. Now my dad didn't actually die at that same hospital, but I want to say he pretty much did. Um, they had moved him to a hospice center um shortly within that, like I think 12 hours later, he passed away peacefully. So yeah, that was um a lot to take in, and I definitely am getting choked up even talking about it because it's been well um let's see, like two and a half months that he's been gone, and it's crazy. And of course, you know, the holidays are coming up, and you know, having both of your parents gone before the age of 40 is definitely not ideal, right? But we still have you know my in-laws and I still have family left, so I'm very fortunate. But I just felt like I really needed to share this story because it's pretty insane that I made it out as healthy as I did, and my son did because his heart rate was starting to drop. Um, because I was in labor for like 36 hours, and then that's when they had to perform the c-section, and you know, oftentimes after having a c-section, you will bleed out, you know, hemorrhaging. So, yeah, we are very we are both very, very lucky. Okay, we're just gonna briefly jump into this because this has been talked about on the podcast, um, about my cataract phenomenon um that happened at a cemetery. Well, I'm sorry, it didn't happen at the cemetery, but like a week later, after we had um a very shaky experience at Pioneer Cemetery, I was diagnosed with a white cataract. And a white or mature cataract is often sometimes called a white cap cataract. Um, and this is because the lens of the eye becomes completely opaque, usually milky white, instead of just cloudy. And it's very rare to be diagnosed at 34, which I was. Um, and here's why this matters. So physically, the lens, the proteins in your eyes start to clump and break down. The lens swells, trapping fluid and scattering light. So your vision can suddenly get foggy or dim. The white color happens when all the light reflecting proteins lose their structure completely, almost like the eye turns completely white with it. Okay, so the spiritual and symbolic interpretation of this is eyes are often called the windows to the soul. When something like a white cataract develops early, it can carry deep energetic meaning, especially for someone intuitive and spiritually attuned. Seeing too much too soon. Sometimes cataracts symbolically mean the soul trying to filter overwhelming truth or psychic input. It's like a veil forming between you and something you weren't ready to see fully, whether that's emotional trauma, spiritual visions, or psychic insight. Could also be a clearing of ancestral or karmic vision. White cataracts are linked in some spiritual readings to ancestral patterns of blindness, not physical, but emotional or generational denial. Healing it at your age could symbolize breaking a family or karmic cycle of not seeing things clearly. And that also could be the rebirth of perception. Post-surgery, people often describe feeling like the world looks sharper, more colorful, and alive. That's not just physical. Energetically, it can represent a spiritual rebirth of vision. You literally shed a veal and see life and truth with new clarity. Sometimes this coincides with psychic upgrades or creative awakening. So white is um, or I'm sorry, white as purification. White is tied to purity, enlightenment, and awakening. Your white cataract might have symbolically represented a block of light energy waiting to burst through. Once removed, that energy can flow, possibly explaining new insights, sensitivities, or creative clarity moving forward. And the reason why I tied it in with this episode is that um I for years tried to figure out my blood type, right? And they just kept telling me that that was a separate appointment. So I would say, okay, set me up for that appointment because my husband has always wanted to know my blood type, and he obviously knew his from being in the military. And I almost think he thought I was like joking when I was like, they they won't fucking tell me my blood type. So, anyways, being pregnant, obviously they need to know your blood type, and I found out that I am B negative, and I actually thought I was like O positive for some reason, but I remembered when I used to donate blood in high school, they wanted me to constantly donate, and I got a card from the Red Cross thing that I remember it was like I don't want to say it was like rare blood type that I remember, but it was basically like yeah, your blood type, like we need more of. So I couldn't remember, but then again, so B negative, so less than two percent of the population actually have B negative blood type, which is crazy because I didn't again I didn't think it was that rare, but it is. In New Age beliefs, individuals with the B negative blood type are often considered to possess unique spiritual characteristics, rarity and uniqueness. The rarity of Rh negative blood has led some to consider it as a marker of special or evolved souls. Intuition and sensitivity. There is a common belief that people with Rh negative blood, including B negative, have heightened intuition or psychic sensitivity. Connection to higher realms. Some theories suggest a direct connection to higher consciousness, spirit guides, or even extraterrestrial origins, such as a serious star system, tasking them with special spiritual purposes on earth. Mystics or gatekeepers. In some interpretations, B type individuals are seen as mystics, while A B types are considered gatekeepers capable of break, I'm sorry, bridging different ideas or dimensions. So personality theories sometimes link the B blood type to a tendency to be independent, creative, and not good at taking orders. Well, that makes sense, um, which can be seen spiritually as resistance to conventional systems or a push for new ways of thinking. In some cultures, particularly Japan, the blood type personality theory is popular. While not strictly spiritual, these ideas often blend into a holistic view of self. B blood type traits. People with type B blood are often described as passionate, creative, strong, active, and outspoken. So our potential challenges are on the negative side, they might be stereotyped as selfish, uncooperative, stubborn, or erratic. Um, yeah, I would probably agree with that.

SPEAKER_01: 11:40

Hello, hello, my RH negative friends and family. I hope you're all doing well today. Today's video, I'm gonna go over the esoteric and galactic origins of being negative. And it is often described in mystical, spiritual, and alternative history circles. You guys know me. I'm an open-minded spirit. Theories are how we learn the truth sometimes. But I think being negative, the wanderer lineage. Being negative is sometimes associated with nomadic and mystical people. Esoteric traditions link it to tribes that have moved across Asia, the Middle East, and into Europe, carrying with them hidden spiritual wisdom, and it is thought as the blood of travelers who guard ancient memory. While O is often linked with primal protectors, A negative is often linked with healers. B negative is said to carry the vibration of keepers of records. While the B negative are believed to have an affinity for hidden knowledge, codes, and languages of light, as if their blood itself is encoded with memory. So the B itself has been associated with balance between polarities, masculine and feminine, logic and intuition, material and spiritual. Those with B negative blood are thought to be natural bridges between opposites, often called to mediate or harmonize conflicting energies. The galactic connection of B-negative blood. Some channelers and starseed researchers connect the B-negative blood to Andromedans, a galactic race that is associated with freedom, truth, and rebellion against the control of systems. Andromedan souls are often described as system breakers, bringing destructive but liberating energy stir. B negative is also tied to certain esoteric circles to serious being. The star system revered by ancient Egyptians and the control. The connection emphasizes wisdom, deep intuition, and working with water, or flow as an element of spiritual mastery. Because B negative is rarer than O negative and A negative, B negative is sometimes described as souls who carry both human and off-world DNA template. Their blood is believed to hold an encoded map that connects Earth's history to galactic archives. Here are some traits if you are B negative. You are deep seekers of hidden truths, sometimes drawn to forbidden or lost moments. You're natural outsiders. You always feel different, even among star seeds. Strong psychic or empathetic abilities, particularly sensing timelines and past lives. You are a restless. Many B-negative people often feel like they're not even home on Earth. They typically have a potential to activate others just by simply being in their presence. As if their field has galactic memory codes already in it. So, in short, being negative blood is often seen as the bloodline of the wanderers, the keepers of cosmic memory, and the bridge between polarities. Again, it's galactic ties are most often linked to Andromeda and Syrian star systems.

SPEAKER_00: 15:23

And for those out there that also share B Negative bloodline, um, our purpose and path is we may be here to guide others through soul transformations, awaken ancient wisdom, hold sacred codes of divine truth and DNA repair, embody spiritual integrity and unity consciousness. Alright, you guys, I am Melissa, your host of Strange Strange Beyond Insane. And if you have any more stories that you'd like to add to this episode or let us know about your blood type and things that you've experienced, and maybe why everything makes sense and why you are so interested, I guess, and intrigued by afterlife and UFOs and everything, ET and all the occult things in the world. Um, please, please get a hold of me and let me know. You know that you can directly text me on Buzz Sprout, and I will get that text message right away. You can find me on any platform that you listen to podcasts on, and I'm on most social media, so I'm on TikTok, Facebook, um, X, and let's see, what am I? Oh, YouTube. I always feel like I'm leaving one out because there's so so many. It's so much to keep up with nowadays, social media, right? But um, yeah, if you just type in Strange Strange Band Insane, you can find us. And again, um, my direct email for this podcast is ghost sisters twenty one twenty-four at gmail. Again, that is ghost sisters twenty one twenty four at gmail. We'll be talking soon. Stay tuned.