The other day, as I was walking to work, I was accosted by a man who told me he was the reincarnation of Reuben, son of Jacob.
During his lifetime as Reuben, he had claimed to be the messiah, and God had punished his presumption by reincarnating him as the obscure and humble man I saw before me. God had, of course, been in the right, and he himself was much happier now, he assured me.
He also told me that he had been only the first in a long line of false messiahs -- he showed me where Jesus' name was hidden in a Biblical verse about Reuben -- and that I shouldn't believe anyone who claimed to be the messiah. No messiah was anything but arrogance and forbidden worship. Then he wished me a happy holiday and went on his way.
I've met a few people with Jerusalem syndrome, living in Jerusalem as I do, but this is the first time I've met anyone with Anti-Jerusalem syndrome.