Elon Musk’s Son X JUST Praised the Holy Spirit on Live TV — This Will Reach Millions!

Thank you, Holy Spirit, for helping daddy make rockets!”
The words came out of little X’s mouth so clearly that everyone in the television studio froze. The talk show host, Maria Santos, nearly dropped her coffee mug. Camera operators stopped adjusting their equipment. Even the boom microphone guy stood perfectly still

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Thank you, Holy Spirit, for helping daddy make rockets. The words came out of Little X’s mouth so clearly that everyone in the television studio froze. The talk show host, Maria Santos, nearly dropped her coffee mug. Camera operators stopped adjusting their equipment. Even the boom microphone guy stood perfectly still. XA8 to Musk, all 5 years old, sat cross-legged on the plush red couch, his small hands folded in his lap. He had been talking about his favorite toys just seconds before. Now he was speaking about something that made the entire room go silent. “What did you just say, sweetie?” Maria asked, leaning forward with wide eyes. “I said thank you to the Holy Spirit,” X repeated, his voice innocent and matterof fact. “He helps Daddy with the rocket ships, and he helps mommy with her music, too.” In the control room, the producer frantically gestured to keep the cameras rolling. This was live television. Millions of people were watching right now. The phones were already starting to ring. Elon sat in the green room backstage watching the monitor. His face had gone completely pale. He gripped the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. This wasn’t part of the plan. X was supposed to talk about his art project, maybe show off his reading skills, not this. Where did you learn about the Holy Spirit? Maria asked gently, trying to keep her voice steady. X tilted his head, thinking, “He talks to me sometimes. When I’m in my room, he tells me things about daddy’s work.” The studio audience began to whisper among themselves. Some pulled out their phones to record. Others just stared in amazement at the small boy who spoke with such confidence about spiritual matters. “What kind of things does he tell you?” Maria pressed on, knowing this was the biggest story of her career. He says, “Daddy’s rockets are special. They’re going to help people get to heaven faster.” Ex smiled brightly, and he says, “Mommy’s music makes angels dance.” Backstage, Elon’s assistant burst into the green room. “Sir, we need to get you out there now. The internet is going crazy. Twitter is crashing from all the activity.” But Elon couldn’t move. He stared at the screen, watching his youngest son speak with a wisdom that seemed impossible for a 5-year-old. Where had this come from? X had never shown any interest in religion before. They didn’t go to church. They barely talked about spiritual things at home. On screen, X continued talking. The Holy Spirit showed me a big light last night. It was coming from space, but it wasn’t scary. It was warm and nice. Maria’s hands were shaking now. a light from space. Mhm. He said, “Daddy’s next rocket is going to find it, and when it does, everything will change.” Ex looked directly into the camera. He wanted me to tell everyone to get ready. The phones in the control room were ringing non-stop now. News networks were calling. Religious leaders were demanding to speak with someone. Social media was exploding with clips of the interview. But X wasn’t finished. He stood up on the couch, his small frame barely reaching Maria’s shoulder, even while standing. The Holy Spirit says, “Some people won’t believe me because I’m little.” But little people can hear him better sometimes. Elon finally stood up, his legs unsteady. He had to get to his son. He had to understand what was happening. As he walked toward the studio, he could hear Ex’s voice echoing down the hallway. He’s not scary like some people think. He’s really nice and he loves everyone, even the people who say mean things about daddy on the computer. The security guard at the studio door looked at Elon with confusion. Sir, your son is. He’s really something special, isn’t he? Elon nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Through the studio window, he could see X now sitting quietly again, swinging his legs back and forth. The boy looked completely normal, completely ordinary, just a 5-year-old who happened to be talking about divine encounters on national television. But something in Ex’s eyes looked different now, older, wiser, like he was carrying knowledge that was too big for his small body. The interview should have ended there, but Maria couldn’t let it go. Neither could the millions of viewers who were now glued to their screens, sharing the video faster than the internet could handle. X. When you say the Holy Spirit talks to you, what does his voice sound like? Maria asked, her journalistic instincts taking over despite her shock. X scrunched up his nose, thinking hard. It’s not really a voice like yours. It’s more like warm thoughts that just appear in my head. Like when you remember something really nice, but you didn’t try to remember it. In living rooms across the world, parents were calling their children to watch. Pastors were recording the broadcast. Scientists were taking notes. Everyone had the same question. How could a five-year-old speak so clearly about something so complex? And he tells you things about your father’s work, Maria continued. Not just daddy’s work. He tells me about lots of things. Ex looked around the studio with curious eyes. Like he told me that lady over there, he pointed to a camera operator. Her grandma is watching from heaven, and she’s really proud. The camera operator, a middle-aged woman named Susan, gasped audibly. Her grandmother had passed away just two months ago. She had been thinking about her all morning, wondering if she was proud of Susan’s career in television. How could you possibly know that? Susan called out, forgetting she was supposed to stay quiet during filming. Ex shrugged. The Holy Spirit just told me he knows things. Maria glanced at the control room where the producer was making frantic hand signals to keep going. The ratings were through the roof. Every major news outlet was now covering the story live. X, “Has the Holy Spirit told you anything else about your father’s rockets?” Maria asked, sensing this was what everyone really wanted to know. He said, “The next one Daddy sends up is really important. Not for the moon or Mars, but for something bigger.” Ex’s expression grew serious for a moment. He said, “There are messages coming from far away, and Daddy’s rocket is going to catch them.” Backstage, Elon finally entered the studio. He moved quietly along the back wall, trying not to disrupt the interview, but needing to be close to his son. The security team created a buffer around him as reporters who had somehow gotten inside began pushing forward. “What kind of messages?” Maria asked. I don’t know all of them, but the Holy Spirit said they’re from friends. Really old friends who’ve been waiting a long time to talk to us again. X smiled. He said it’s going to make Daddy very happy, but also very scared at first. The audience was completely silent now. Even the children in the front row who had been fidgeting earlier sat perfectly still. There was something about Ex’s voice, his certainty that made everyone listen. “Are you scared?” Maria asked gently. No. The Holy Spirit said I don’t need to be scared because I’m supposed to help. That’s why he chose me to tell everyone. X looked directly at one of the cameras again. E said some grown-ups forgot how to listen to him, so he had to find someone little. Dr. Patricia Williams, a child psychologist watching from her office, immediately picked up her phone to call the network. This was unlike anything she had ever seen in decades of working with children. The boy showed no signs of coaching, no indicators of rehearsed speech. His body language was relaxed, natural, but his words suggested experiences that seemed impossible for someone his age. X: Do you know why the Holy Spirit chose you specifically? Because I still remember, X said simply. Remember what? Before I came here, before I was born? Ex’s eyes grew distant. The Holy Spirit said, “Most people forget when they get born, but some kids remember for a while. That’s why babies so much when they first come out. They remember where they came from and they miss it.” Maria felt chills run down her arms. Around the studio, crew members were looking at each other with expressions of wonder and confusion. This wasn’t the kind of thing that happened on regular television. From the back of the studio, Elon watched his son with growing amazement and concern. X had never talked about remembering anything from before birth. “Where was this coming from? Do you remember where you came from?” Maria asked quietly. “A little bit. It’s hard to explain with regular words.” Ex paused, his small face serious with concentration. “It was very bright, and everyone loved everyone. And the Holy Spirit was there, but but the only one. There were lots of helpers. Angels maybe. They looked different than in the picture books, though. Ex giggled suddenly, breaking the intense mood. They were more like lights that could think and feel, and they were all excited about me, me here. The phones in the control room had stopped ringing only because the circuits were overloaded. Social media servers were crashing under the weight of people sharing and commenting on the interview. Religious leaders were demanding emergency meetings. Scientists were forming committees. The world was trying to process what they were witnessing. But X just sat there swinging his legs completely unaware that he had just changed everything. X, you mentioned that your father’s rocket would catch messages from friends. Can you tell us more about these friends? Maria leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. The entire studio strained to hear. X nodded. Seriously. They’re people like us, but they live really, really far away. The Holy Spirit said, “They’ve been trying to talk to us for a long time, but the messages get lost in space.” Dr. Sarah Chen, an astrophysicist at MIT, was watching from her laboratory. She immediately paused her own research to focus completely on the screen. What this child was describing sounded remarkably similar to theories about extraterrestrial communication that her team had been working on for years. How far away? Maria asked. Past where daddy’s rockets usually go. Past the moon and Mars and everything we can see with telescopes. X held up his hands, spreading his fingers wide. The Holy Spirit showed me a picture in my mind. It looked like a big web made of stars. and our friends are on the other side of the web. In the control room, the producer was frantically trying to contact NASA, Stanford, MIT, anyone who could help make sense of what they were hearing. But everyone was already watching. The entire scientific community had stopped their work to listen to a 5-year-old boy. “What do these friends want to tell us?” Maria asked. “They want to help us. They know how to fix things that are broken on Earth.” Ex’s eyes lit up with excitement like they know how to clean the water and make the air better and help sick people get better faster. Elon still standing at the back of the studio felt his heart racing. His companies had been working on many of these exact problems. Clean energy, environmental restoration, medical technology. How could X know about these connections? But the Holy Spirit said we have to be ready first. Ex continued. We have to show them that we’re nice people who won’t use their help to hurt others. How do we show them that? Maria asked. Ex thought for a moment, his small face scrunched in concentration. By being kinder to each other, by sharing our toys and our food, by not saying mean things even when we’re angry. He looked directly at the camera. The Holy Spirit said they’re watching us to see if we’re ready to be part of their family. Dr. Michael Torres, a theologian at Harvard, was furiously taking notes. The child’s description aligned with mystical traditions from multiple religions, but expressed in language so simple that anyone could understand it. This wasn’t something a 5-year-old could have learned from books or adults. X. When will your father’s rocket catch these messages? Maria asked. Soon. The Holy Spirit said, “Daddy doesn’t know it yet, but the next launch is going to be different from all the others.” X leaned forward conspiratorally. The rocket is going to find find Daddy wasn’t even looking for in mission control rooms around the world. Engineers were pulling up launch schedules trying to figure out which mission the boy could be referring to. Phone calls were being made. Emergency meetings were being scheduled. What will happen when the rocket finds it? Maria pressed. Everything changes, X said simply. But good changes. Scary at first, but then really, really good. The studio audience was completely mesmerized. Several people were quietly crying, though they couldn’t explain why. There was something about Ex’s words that touched something deep inside them. Something they hadn’t felt since they were heard them themselves. X, are you the only child who can hear the Holy Spirit this way? No. Lots of kids can, but most of them get scared and stop listening or grown-ups tell them it’s just their imagination. Ex looked sad for a moment. The Holy Spirit said, “That’s why the world has so many problems. People stopped listening to the quiet voice that tells them how to be nice to each other.” Maria glanced at her notes, but found herself abandoning her prepared questions entirely. “What else has the Holy Spirit told you?” he said after Daddy’s rocket finds the messages. Other kids like me are going to start talking about what they hear, too. And grown-ups are going to remember things they forgot when they were little, smiled brightly. It’s going to be like a big awakening where everyone remembers how to love each other the right way. Religious leaders watching from around the world were having emergency conference calls. Some saw this as a divine revelation. Others were skeptical, but none could explain how a 5-year-old could speak with such clarity about complex spiritual and scientific concepts. The Holy Spirit also said, X continued, his voice growing quieter, but somehow more powerful, that this is just the beginning. When people learn how to listen again, they’re going to discover things about El and about God and about love that will make everyone happy. Elon finally began walking toward the set. He needed to be with his son. Something extraordinary was happening and whether he understood it or not, X was at the center of it. As he approached, X turned and saw his father. His face lit up with pure joy. Daddy, the Holy Spirit said you would come. He said, “You’re going to understand everything soon.” The cameras captured the moment when Elon reached his son, the expression of wonder and confusion and love on his face as he looked down at this small person who had just turned the world upside down. Elon knelt beside the couch where X sat, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for his son. The boy looked completely normal. Messy hair, a small ketchup stain on his shirt from lunch, the gaptothed smile that had always melted his father’s heart. But the words coming from his mouth suggested experiences that seemed impossible. X, where did you learn to talk about these things? Elon asked quietly, aware that millions of people were watching this private moment between father and son. I told you, daddy, the Holy Spirit teaches me. X reached up and touched his father’s face with small, gentle fingers. He says, “You’re going to understand soon when the rocket finds what it’s supposed to find.” Maria Santos watched the interaction with professional fascination and personal awe. In 20 years of journalism, she had never witnessed anything like this. The child showed no signs of distress or confusion. He spoke as naturally about divine encounters as other children talked about their favorite cartoons. Son, we don’t really talk about religion at home. How do you even know what the Holy Spirit is? Elon’s voice was soft but urgent. Ex tilted his head, considering the question seriously. I think I’ve always known, but lately he talks to me more, especially at night when the house is quiet. He paused, then added. Mommy hears him too sometimes. In her music, the mention of Grimes ex’s mother sent another wave of shock through the viewing audience. The musician had indeed been exploring spiritual themes in her recent work, but she had never spoken publicly about any religious experiences. What exactly does he tell you about my work? Elon asked, his scientific mind struggling to process what he was hearing. He says your rockets are getting ready to catch something special. not just satellites or supplies for the space station. Something that’s been trying to reach Earth for a really long time. Ex’s eyes grew bright with excitement. He showed me pictures in my dreams. There’s a signal coming from so far away that our computers can’t even see it yet. But your next rocket is going to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time to catch it. Dr. Patricia Williams, the child psychologist, was now in her car driving toward the television studio. She needed to see this child in person. His vocabulary, his concepts, his emotional regulation, none of it matched typical developmental patterns for a 5-year-old. “X, these dreams you have, are they different from regular dreams?” Maria asked, sensing that Elon needed a moment to process. “Oh, yes, very different. Regular dreams are all mixed up and silly, but the dreams with the Holy Spirit are clear and real, like watching a movie, but I’m inside it. Ex leaned against his father’s arm. He takes me to different places in space and shows me things that are happening far away. What kinds of things? Elong asked, his voice barely audible. I saw a planet where the people are waiting for us to be ready. They have cities that look like they’re made of light, but they’re solid. And they have gardens that grow food that makes people never get sick. X looked up at his father with absolute sincerity. The Holy Spirit said, “When we’re ready, they’ll teach us how to build cities like that here.” The implications of what X was describing hit the scientific community like an earthquake. If even a fraction of what the child claimed was true, it would revolutionize human understanding of life in the universe.