Sitting in an Aroma café in Jerusalem, a wealthy businesswoman from an island country in the East confides, “The Messiah is coming this summer. He has commissioned me to march in front of his army in the Valley of Megiddo.”

Living in Israel without a visa and for years on end, another woman, Charlotte, was always on the lookout for Border Patrol police in Jerusalem’s Old City. Insisting she was here by divine command, she often claimed, “God will not be done with me living in Jerusalem until my shadow raises the dead.” Unfortunately, her shadow notwithstanding, she subsequently died after a fall while hiding out.

“I am Mary crossing the Jordan River,” said an unclothed tourist in a guest house in Jerusalem’s Old City as water overflowed from her sink, running under the room’s door and pouring down the stairs.

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