Marilyn Gibbs

Tolleson, AZ

2010-07-02T20:51:00.000-07:00

today is the second time i have ran into marilyn. funny i didnt know what she was all about, i figured she was just a rude crazy lady. i first meet marilyn when she stoped by my print shop in tolleson,az. she came in and just sat down calmly asking one of my employes for the owner or manager of the shop. i was busy on the phone, but could tell right off this wasnt going to be a ordinary customer. she came in with a black suitcase and had papers pinned to the front and back of her cloths. i tried not to look or mention them i was really busy and did not have time for a lony story. she had asked if i can donate some copies for her, she was very polite and did not need much. but my copier was actually out of service and i was waiting for the repair man to show up. she took it as if i was being racist and started to get upset. i tried to explain to here, but she wouldnt have it and stormed of calling all of us rascit and called our print shop a ugly house lol. we all didnt know what to think and it was soon forgoten... 2 days later i take my suv to get a flat fixed at the tire shop right down the street from my print shop, which is also right next door to the greyhound station! so im sitting inside whating for my truck to be repaird, and in walks marilyn with her suitcase and sits down next to me... i was like wow i cant believe this and i try to pretend to be busy on my phone to avoid her. that worked for about 30 sec. she started talking to the owners in the office which know me, so im brought into there conversation about the weather, and how the greyhound next door is being rude to her and kicked her out. she asked if one of them could accompany her next door to the greyhound for moral support... they of course declined cause they where the only ones there and she looks at me with this huge smile and ask me... having to clue at all she had meet me 2 days prior and called racist and other sorts... i was speechless and didnt know what to say! so of course i said yes, for reasons i have to clue why. so we walked down the street. she told me so was from flordia orginally and was spreading her word and protesting something that happen to her. after she told me that i decided to not ask any more questions. we arrived at the grey hound and walked in, the woman behind the counter was rude selling her a ticket to casa grande, az for 21.50. they argued back and forth because marylin was not sure if she was going to leave on sunday or monday. this sunday is the july 4th , so she tried to explain to marliyn there where closed. after about 5mins or so i told marliyn the ticket is good for monday also which would be july 5. so she got her ticket and we walked out. she told me thank you and handed me the paper to read. one for me and 2 for the tire shop and also told me to publish it in the paper...all i said was ok and good luck in casa grande. i then walked back to the tire shop and told them about this lady and how she was so rude to me the other day. they laughed and said sorry they had no idea and asked my why i took her to the greyhound. which i had to response except, i could not say no to her with that big smile. as i was leaving the tire shop i gave them the letter which they started to read and could not make any sence out of it. so i looked at mine i was intrigued by raft 2257 and microwave technology 6677.. so i googled it which lead me to this site of course lol wow. its pretty amazing and intresting i think. so casa grande look out marilyn gibbs is on the way leaving tolleson az. by grey hound on july 6... good luck on your trip marilyn...

Tolleson, AZ

2010-07-01T20:53:00.000-07:00

Marilyn had been here before, the first time she was here was sometime at the beginning of June and carried on about her cause and manifesto.
We didn’t know who she was and didn’t pay any attention to her but she did leave behind a copy of her manifesto and that was it. Today
She was here at the Tolleson Public Library. She came in this morning she had her wig off and she started talking about her separation of the Black Race and was going to claim her Hispanic Heritage. She went on about her manifesto and her cause. She ask to borrow some tape and we let her have some. She had like a black suite case with wheels, she went and sad down. We have a summer program going on and really didn’t pay attention to her. On the blogs we had read about her but thought maybe she will be nice to us and not leave any of her nasty bags behind
WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! SHE LEFT HER NASTY BAG BEHING AND INSIDE THE LIBRARY . She took tape and attached it to the bag and a copy of the manifesto and hung it on our rack where we keep brochures . Anyone out there “DO NOT TRUST THIS LADY” She looks very friendly but watch out because she will get you and call the Cops as soon as she walks in to your establishment. She is not all there but she talks about being cheated with all this money but how is she getting around all over the United States if she was cheated of all this money.

Goodyear, AZ

2010-06-30T20:54:00.000-07:00

I was just getting off of work from the local gas station right off the I-10 and as i was walking out to get in the car with my husband i noticed an older black lady lugging around two black bags and asking for a ride and it being a Friday night she wasn't having any luck. She came up to our car and asked for a ride and my husband was not inclined to her request. My husband and I had a short conversation about her and how she seemed a little off and I made a call to my friend working inside to let her know what was going on with the woman then that was that. Then a few weeks later i see the same woman enter the store but this time she had found a ride with a man but as he was walking out the door she insisted on handing me this paper and told me to send it to a shelter in Phoenix I told her OK and then she left. I started reading this letter really out of sheer nosieness and began reading about microwave technology oral sex offence. After reading the first letter it seems now she has been into makeup, acrylic nail, eye brow arching, and wig abuse. She seems to be more lost now from what i have read about her and her letters are getting shorter mine was only one page. i hope she finds what she is looking for....just like the rest of us....

AZ

2010-05-03T22:11:00.000-07:00

My family and I met Marilyn tonight. We were coming out of a burger place and she was "set up" with all of her papers on one of the outside tables. We were almost to our car when called out. She said she was coming from a battered woman's shelter and needed a ride to the Good Sam Hospital on 14th and McDowell. It's close to where we live and she really did seem harmless, so we agreed to take her. I noticed she had a ton of papers with lots of cursive writing on them, but I thought maybe it was a journal of some sort, maybe having to do with her treatment at the shelter she spoke of. She really didn't talk a lot. I tried to make conversation on the 5-10 minute drive, but didn't get a lot out of her. She said she was from California and that she had only been in Phoenix for a two weeks. She mentioned that it wasn't going very well at all. At one point we passed a mortuary and she was quick to point it out. I didn't want to ask any questions and be nosey, so I assumed she was going to see someone very ill at Good Sam. We got to the hospital and as soon as my husband was about to turn in, she requested a location further down the street (Safeway at 7th St. and McDowell). She obviously didn't have an "appointment" at the hospital. When we dropped her off, she handed me her "manifesto". She said she was an activist and I just said that was great. I handed her a $5 bill and she thanked me for the donation. As my husband helped her with ALL of her stuff (various grocery bags full of stuff and a few black bags) she told my husband, "the white brotherhood and white sisterhood had helped out today and we are now friends for life". Of course, once she got out of the car I started reading the paper she had given me. As soon as we got home I googled "Carl Wyman" and found this blog. I just spent the last 45 minutes reading all the encounters with her. I'm shocked. Nothing this interesting ever happens to me.

Tempe, AZ

2010-04-29T22:10:00.000-07:00

Hi,

I just came across this woman on the light rail in Tempe to Mesa Arizona. She just handed me a folded up piece of paper with
very nice writing.

"Tell the whole town of Phoenix, Arizona to Watch my Domestic Violence Shelter"
The whole night: The men are on the inside. The elks lodge.

She goes on about the the 20$ pimp Carl Wyman. I really wanted to talk to her to satisfy my entertainment for
the day but I was just too exausted from studying the night before. This was about 9am going eastbound.
She had 2 black bags that were on the floor. For each bag there was a laminated paper pinned for display of
her writings. She wore sunglasses and her heals were badly chapped. I sat there and read it sitting across from her and
after I was done I looked at her but she didn't pay me any mind.

After all of this I went home and googled the 20 dollar pimp haha I just wanted to see what the hell she was talking about and I found this site.

Las Cruces, NM

2010-03-31T00:29:00.000-07:00

Greetings,

My name is Adam, and I manage a restaurant in Las Cruces NM. This morning (March 31st) I was doing some routine paperwork at my desk when I saw an older black woman posting something on a light post through my window. At the time I really didn't think anything of it. Perhaps a "Lost Dog" poster or something.

Shortly thereafter, I peered out my office window to find that she decorated the light post with fliers, newspapers, and a mysterious bag flailing in the wind. The newspapers were taped together to create a paper chain of sorts. I assumed it was done to draw attention to her shrine as the noisy newsprint flapped viciously in the New Mexico wind. After finding this website and reading the other testimonials I decided the paper chain could be attributed more so to the fact that she is bat shit crazy, rather than an advertisement ploy.

Needless to say, the light post looked a bit trashy. So I went outside to get rid of the mess. Of course the center piece was the infamous photocopied letter. I will spare you the details of the specifics of her manifesto for they're chronicled many times over on this website (and still makes no sense whatsoever). Rape, Carl Wyman, Microwave Tech. etc.

Where my story differs from the other contributors is what I would like to focus on here. To add information to the mystery and motivation of this woman rather than repeat what has already been said. Which brings me to the bag.

The woman tapped a bag of feces to a pole! Yes, a bag of poop. Totally ruined my day! Called the cops. They took some pictures and said "They weren't trained how to handle bio-hazards". They called the city. They sent out a guy who didn't even get out of his truck, took a few pictures on his phone, and sped away. So I got stuck with the responsibility of the BM bag disposal. Thanks Marilyn!

I too am now captivated with this woman. I need to get to the bottom of this! What happened to her? When and where did this happen? What was the catalyst that sent this tortured soul into action and on her mission? And most importantly, why did she feel the need to tape a bag of shit to a pole?

Sincerely,
Adam in New Mexico

p.s. I would love to hear what a psychiatrist has to say about her manifesto if anybody knows one.

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Casa Grande, AZ

2010-03-18T12:53:00.000-07:00

I am a Librarian with the City of Casa Grande in Arizona. I have not met Marilyn Gibbs personally, but several of our staff have. On Thursday, March 18, Marilyn Gibbs Rodriguez came up to the circulation desk and asked to use some office supplies. When she was told that she could only use it at the desk, she became angry and said she could use it wherever she wanted and proceeded to take the stapler away and staple things on top of the glass plate of our photo copier. After she was done, she went around the library passing out her manifesto (almost identical to what was written in the Davis entry) and before she left, whispered in the ear of one of the staff when she was looking away "(something something) is Puerto Rican". Unbeknown to us, she later hung her manifesto attached to cups filled with urine, bags filled with soiled diapers, used tampons, and other cups filled with unknown materials on a tree outside the library. The police were called and an officer came by and told us that other such hangings were found around town, including a church. They all had the name Marilyn Gibbs Rodriguez with the same, crazy writings and waste.

Staff who saw her personally said that other than her hair looking frazzled, she looked normal, though they felt uneasy around her.

Davis, CA

2010-02-23T21:47:00.000-08:00

She was in the UC Davis library today handing out fliers with seemingly random business cards attached to them. She handed out three copies of the same letter to everyone she saw. When she handed her letter to my friends and I, she mumbled something about Dr. King.

(hand written in the margins)
and a Michael Jackson in the cemetary army that are transported in white tractor trailer trucks big white fish trucks, U-Haul hitch trailers, white works vans and white pick-up trucks imported from Los Angeles, Sacramento, and San Francisco. Look for the side doors on the trucks.

(typed)
THE MEN ARE ON THE INSIDE RIGHT NOW.
MICROWAVE TECHNOLOGY 667.

Carl Wyman 20,0000 Traveling Ghetto Amry, (Mrs. Hazel Wyman)

A $20 Pimp. He Got Too Big For His Britches.

A Black Minister. The Salvation Army Shelter In A Ghetto,
Drug and prostitution Area. The earlington Heights Train Stop. Miami, Florida.

A Black Police Officer.
He look White Now. They Change Technology Twilight Appearances Every Hour And Business Frames Every Hour To Continue The Illegal Microwave Abuse Oppression Offense Funds Collections and Racketeering Microwave Abuse Oral Sex- Bathroom Rape Offenses on Wealthy Whites And The Whole Town, And Robberies and Murders.

They Chip And Attack There Whole Set -up. We All Got Chipped And Attacked At The Same Times. (Owners, Managers, Staff and Patrons)

You Will Know Him By The Oral Sex-Bathroom Rape Offense And Microwave Technology 667. (the following is and written) He put the offenses on a cheap microwave technology. They are not worth a dime!

He Is Traveling With Enough Technology to Abuse Every Town In America And He Is Traveling with a Team Of Hard Core Street Women That He Technology Twilight To Look Like Anna Nicole Smith, Miss White America, The Police Dept, The FBI, The Military and The Pentagon. They Microchip and Implant There Sex Deals On The Whole Town By Injection. (Mrs. Kurston Rodwin) They Are In Every Building In Town Making Deals On My Fifteen (15) Year Offense Offense, My Raft 2257 And My Microwave Technology 667. $900 Million, $800 Trillion And All Of The Money Made On My Raft 2257 And My Microwave Technology 667.

All of My FIfteen (15) Year Offense Funds Are Banked Under The National Black Church. (the following is handwritten) I don't know them. I am not a married woman.

Lobbyists, Activists, Marilyn Gibbs (Rodrigues) Race Separation to the Hispanic Race To Stop Black Race Abuse From Attacking Me For My 15 Year Offense Funds. I Am Traveling As A Hispanic Woman And I Don't Want To Be Mistaken As Black Woman.
I Have Shaved Off All Cultural Connection To The Black Race. They Need My Travel To Travel Safe, Stalking Me Saying Black Protection. They Tell You That They Are Going To Kill Me For You To Take There Bad Deals, E-Mail My White Friends And Let Them Send Help To Kill Every Black Voo Doo Witchcoat In America And Haiti.
They Have The Whole Life After Death Process From Carolyn Haiti And Jasmire Haiti From Safe Space Domestic Violence Shelter in Little Haiti, Miami, Florida.

Mrs. Hazel Wyman's Raft 207 Says That They Have Always Written For Me. They Are Reading Back to Me my Old Letters. There National Black Church Line Abuse On Both Ears. They Are Switching And Rewriting My Letters. A John Rodwin And A Howard Warner Offense. 911 Police Bomb Them Right now. (And There ELKS Organization White Men In The Night

Richmond, VA

2010-02-22T15:52:00.000-08:00

I recently saw the words " chemical white processed black woman" on a forum and immediately recognized them. So I googled it and found this sight.
I was living in the Fan/Museum District of Richmond, VA from June of 2006 to June of 2007. Not sure of the exact date, most likely in the fall of '06, but my roommate's folks were visiting from Georgia. They we out seeing the town,my roommate and I were both at work, and this elderly black lady on the sidewalk asked them to roll their car window down while they were stopped at a stop sign. They did and she handed them a business card from a local Holiday Inn, said "thanks" and walked away. She had written "her manifesto" on the back.
We all kind of laughed about it, I stuck it in a corner of a picture frame we had hanging on the wall. It was just some random scribblings of some random lady. I guess not. We kept it, really, because it was funny but this website gives it a whole new meaning.
Attached is a photo of the back of the card. I still have it, hanging on my wall in GA. This places her in Richmond, VA in late summer/early fall of '06. Cannot really add much detail as I did not have any personal interaction with Mrs. Gibbs. Feel free to use anything from this or contact me.
This site is great, her story has me enthralled, I want to know as much about this lady as possible. Thanks for this.
Casey

[back of card]

Mrs. Kunston Sawyer Rodwin
Ringwald. She Is A Chemical
White Processed Black Woman.
Street Trash From California.

Microwave Abuse

Auburn, CA

2010-02-20T15:54:00.000-08:00

Feb 20th Auburn Ca Aprox 7PM at and in and out buger

My friends and i were leaving the in and out burger on our way back from Lake Tahoe, while we were getting into our car a lady came up to us and asked us for a ride to the local kinkos to make some copys. We had a full car and were headed the opposite direction so we decided not to give her a ride. She proceeded to give us each a paper. The writing was typed and been copied over and over so it was not only un clear as to what the message was trying to say but hard to read. Complete gibberish. We then proceeded to google "Microwave Technology 667" because her paper said that so many times. Eventually we came across this blog about her. Crazy woman on a mission. Just wanted to share my experience with her.

Santa Rosa, CA

2010-02-12T15:50:00.000-08:00

We found Marilyn G Rodriguez at a friends funeral in Santa Rosa 2/12/10 .

She drooped in after going to another church near by. She finds her way to churches apparently and if they are open or active just goes in. She has a church background. We although Anglo attended a Church of God in Christ, and she speaks with the gracious courtesy of a woman raised up in the African American church family.

We felt compelled to let her spend the night and prayed with her. She was very gracious, well spoken and gentle. Obviously traumatized and deeply in need of understanding and compassion. In review a few of these posts we see a stream of consistency that suggest pieces of reality. But buried under a construct for security.

She spent the night, took a bath, helped wash dishes and wanted to be dropped off at the local Catholic Church.

She expressed that she is ready to be done with her battles, is weary of the fight and we prayed with her that she could lay them down, trust in G-d to be be her protection, vindication and deliverer. We will continue as compelled to pray for this sweet kind gracious yet burdened woman. It is so very clear to us the importance of forgiveness of those that offend. The need to trust G-d to be the defender and vindication of those outside of our sphere of influence, lest we get consumed with battles we can never win. David the king of Israel put it best.."I have learned how to quiet my self like a weened chilled on my mothers breast, I do not worry about things to great for me" May Marilyn find such peace with the G-d she surely knows and has kept her "in her travels".

We pray the L-rd G-d king of heaven's armies protect, guard and release this precious person to peace, restoration, and wholeness. May those that have done her harm receive their just desserts.

Petaluma, CA

2010-02-05T15:56:00.000-08:00

I was leaving the hospital because I was dropping off my father. My dad told me not to wait around because it was going to take a long time. moments before I left i noticed the a black women walk Thur the waiting area and out the door. Not but a couple minutes I left for home too. As I was leaving the parking lot I phoned a friend and as i was waiting for my friend to pick up my call, I was flagged down by a older black female. At first I thought that the lady just needed directions. So I pulled over and rolled down the window and the lady asked if she could get a ride to the nearest bus station. I was on the phone with my friend still and was not really thinking much about so I said yes. Shortly after my phone call I asked her which one she wanted to be dropped off at. In the few seconds I was on the phone it went for the nearest bus station to the Santa Rosa (a town about an half hour drive away) city hall. I wasn't happy wit it but I thought that I could do a good deed and wold receive some good karma for it. So the I started driving to Santa Rosa and got about half way there before any conversation got started. She asked me if I was hungry and I told her that I just eat. She said that she had some cheese and went into her bag but pulled out a whole loaf of bread. The she tried to tell me that she was an activist and was trying to got her money for some white cop. I acted like I was reding the paper but I was drivingand didnt think much of it. So we were coming up on City Hall and the she changed her mind and wanted to be droped off on the corner of Hazel and Olive. Then I asked her where that was at and she didn't know. At this piont I was getting mad but she was a little old lady and couldn't jus kick her out of my car. So I called my friend form earlier and asked him to look up the street. Luckily I was in the remote area so I finally got to the corner of the two streets. When we got there I was trying to get her out my car and awnswering ya to every thging she was saying. Then she broke out into this storie that she was chiped by this cop and gave me a stack of papers that were all the same. She told me if I did what was on the papers that i would be intitled to some of her money. Then she told me that i was her mexican brother forever. I told all my friends about what happened and they didnt belive me so I showed them the paper she gave to me. we were cracking up when we read it and then found this website.

Sebastopol, CA

2010-02-01T23:19:00.000-08:00

She was in the Sebastopol Library (Sonoma County) today asking us to make free photocopies of her letter. We declined. She made copies herself, and handed them to people in the library.

I googled her later, seeing that others had the same experiences with her.

Hollister, CA

2010-01-21T18:14:00.000-08:00

As I was picking up my husband just outside of Hollister, CA this woman came up and asked if we could give her ride to Watsonville, (a town about 30 miles away). She was over weight, older and dragging a big black suitcase, so I thought she looked pretty harmless and I let her in the car, against my husband's wishes. I told her I wasn't going her way but I would take her part of the way and she said anything was fine. She did seem a little odd so we tried not to talk to her. She didn't say too much but did tell us that she was coming from the Emmaus House, (which is a shelter for battered women in Hollister), and that she was on her way to the woman's shelter in Watsonville. I didn't ask any questions but was wondering if she was staying at these shelters or if she was just "preaching" to them. She handed my husband a flyer, (since I was driving), and told him to put it in my purse. Since she was so determined and specific my husband did what she asked. When my husband got out of the car to get her suitcase after we stopped, she put another flyer in my hand and insisted that it was for me and I needed to read it. As she left she muttered something about white sisterhood and white brotherhood...and I don't know what, we just wanted to leave. She and her flyer really struck us as odd so here I am two days later looking her up on the internet and I find that many others have shared our similar experience. From the description of her and the flyer, (which is so hard to make sense of), I believe this was Marilyn Gibbs. After reading this blog I told my teenagers that I did the wrong thing and no matter how harmless a hitchhiker may look they should never give a stranger a ride. I am glad my husband was with me because I think his presence was a deterrent causing her to stay fairly calm and quiet.

Watsonville, CA

2010-01-18T18:15:00.000-08:00

I was getting lunch in Watsonville, CA on Monday Jan 18 2010, when Marilyn approached me and politely asked if I knew where the battered woman's center was. I was immediately concerned, but said I didn't know because I didn't live in the area. She then asked where the library and post office where, so I pointed her down main street in the right direction. She asked if there was a battered woman's center in my town and if I could deliver one of the copies of her letter there. I agreed and put the letter into my bag without reading it.

About three minutes later she approached me again, but didn't seem to remember our previous conversation. She handed me another copy of the letter and said, "a protest for Martin Luther King". I told her she had already given me a copy and handed it back. She then left the building and I didn't see her again.

After reading the letter, I googled Carl Wyman to see if there was something more than just crazy rambling to her story. I thought maybe she had internalized something in the news or had fragmented memories of a crime she witnessed long ago. That's what led me to this blog.

Like most people with posts here, I wish I'd asked more questions and offered more help. Even though she's obviously disturbed and I do worry about her safety, I don’t think anyone should keep her from her journey. She has the right to deliver her confusing message and touch people in her strange clandestine way. It's Martin Luther King Day today and I can't help but feel like my compassion was tested. It’s easy to pass her off with a laugh, and granted a lot of her ramblings are hilarious, but her feelings are real and worth respecting.

Good luck to you, Marilyn. I hope you find what you're looking for.

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Monterey and Watsonville, CA

2010-01-17T18:19:00.000-08:00

Today I went to a Peet's coffee after some some diving in Monterey. It was raining, and there were a number of people one might call itinerant taking shelter outside from the rain - dreadlocked drifter kids with guitars, etc. I live in San Francisco where there's some amount of that sort of thing so I didn't pay it much mind. Inside while I was standing in line waiting to order I noticed a woman with a piece of photocopied handwritten paper put inside a plastic protector sheet, along with a FedEx receipt, safety-pinned to her back. Odd, but again I see weirder things that that almost daily in my own neighborhood. But I was gazing in her direction when she looked at me. She smiled and said hello. I said hello back.

She asked me if I knew how long it took to get to Watsonville from Monterey. As it happened, I was going to Watsonville for the first time myself on an errand that afternoon, and I mentioned that and that I thought it took about 45 minutes. She said 'Oh, can I get a ride with you to Watsonville?' I hesitated, partly because she seemed odd and partly because my car was full of gear and I wasn't sure there'd be room. She said 'Please say yes,' and against my better judgement I agreed. She seemed harmless enough, and I figured it would be an interesting story if nothing else. As I got my hot chocolate and we were leaving, she handed a piece of newspaper to the guy behind the counter and encouraged him to get 'her letter' posted in the local paper. He looked confused and tried to refuse but another worker told him to just take it.

I brought her back to the car and made room for her. She told me that we needed to go over to the bus stop to pick up her suitcase. As we pulled out of the parking lot she said 'I've got man trouble. I'm suing 3 men in Miami, FL. Identity theft.' I just said 'uh huh' and we drove over to the bus stop. She wanted me to go get her suitcase but I wasn't prepared to leave her in my car with the engine running. She rolled down the window and yelled at some one standing there 'Excuse, could you please get my bag? it's the green suitcase over there.' The guy looked confused but brought the bag over, and then wandered off. She took a photocopy of the same handwritten page, wrapped it up in some newspaper, and called another person over and asked him to hand it to the man who had brought her suitcase, and to tell him to get it published.

She told me she was happy that I was driving her because it was easy for the men from the Brotherhood to find her when she was on foot, and that the Brotherhood does the Devil's work. I didn't say anything.

We drove off. I had to head into town to a scuba shop to return some gear I had rented. I asked her some very basic questions, and found out she'd stayed in Pacific Grove the night before, and was on her way to Davis, CA. She asked me if I lived in Watsonville and I told her no, San Francisco, and she immediately started trying to get me to take her to San Francisco. I wasn't prepared to be in the car with her for 2.5 hours, so I fudged a story about needed to see a friend in between. She continued to probe and asked if I could pick her up when I was done, and I hedged and said probably not. She told me that if I read her letter it might make me change my mind. I told her I was driving and I couldn't read her letter right now. She said that driving was good thinking time and she hoped I would use the time to think about it.

We parked near the shop, and I asked her to come with me - again, I wasn't prepared to leave her in my car. As I brought my gear to the shop, she followed behind me some, smiling. When I got to the door I looked back, but she was approaching somebody on the sidewalk, handing them another one of the letters wrapped in newspaper. I went into the shop and was returning my gear when I noticed she'd come into the shop and was just hanging back, not speaking to the counter people. When I finished up, she stepped up to them and offered them a letter/newspaper package, again asking them to publish it in the paper. She then asked if I was done and I said yes and we moved on.

Back in the car, I asked her if she had friends or relations in Davis. She said yes, 'I'm going to see a Jewish sister there who's an expert on the tracking microchips that the police put in everyone they detain. Which of course they do.' This wasn't exactly a conversation starter, so I asked her again about when she'd gotten to town. She said again she'd stayed in Pacific Grove last night, and that her hotel was paid for by some Seventh Day Adventists. She said that Pacific Grove was really beautiful, and we had some idle chit chat about that. I obviously thought she was nuts, but again on an interpersonal level she was mostly very nice; not threatening, not saying anything rude or completely non-sensical exactly. I asked her where she was from and she said 'I like to tell people I'm from Davis.' I asked her if that was where she was really from and she said no, she was born in Tennessee, but she was from Davis.

We headed north. She offered me some oranges and I declined. She asked me if she could use the mirror and I told her of course she could. We'd alternate between silent periods and then she'd make a conversational gambit. She asked me if I was married or had children. I told her no, and then added that it wasn't legal yet (I'm gay). She laughed and asked me how old I was (35). She said 'I know about guys like you. You get to about 40 and then you find some young girl and you get married. Oh yes, I know lots of young girls who marry the older men. You'll find your girl someday.' I asked her if she had any children and she got a little terse and said no, no children. She had never been married. She stated that a few times.

We passed a sign for Nashua, CA and she said 'Nashua, NH. It's a nice town.' I told her my brother lived in Exeter, NH, and she said that was a nice place too. We talked geography a bit, and I mentioned she seemed to be a long way from Miami and from her troubles. It got out that she'd really traveled quite a lot, and she seemed to know a lot about different areas of the country.

Eventually we got to Watsonville. She asked me a few more times if I wouldn't take her to San Francisco, but I was firm. She had originally told me she wanted to get to Watsonville because it was a better place to get a bus to Davis, so I told her I would help her find the bus station. She told me to ask the drive-in at any McDonald's or Burger King; they always knew where the bus station was. We happened to pass a Burger King right then, so I went into the drive-in and asked about the bus station. This confused them a fair bit, but eventually someone in there was able to give us directions. As I drove her towards the station, she asked me if I would be willing to donate to her photocopy fund so that she could make more copies of her letter because there were only 30 left. I declined.

As we got close to the station she asked me what direction the station was in. I told her and she said to pull over right there, 2 blocks from the station; she was going to get out and give out more of her letters first. She had motioned to the parking lot of a sketchy-looking taqueria. So, I decided to do as she asked. As she gathered her things, she encouraged me to take the letter back to San Francisco and have it published in the newspaper there. She also said 'If you find those 3 men and put them in the cemetery, you can keep the money. And it's a LOT of money.' As she got out and gathered herself, I told her to take care of herself. She looked me straight in the eye and said: 'Don't say that. Don't say take care. If 3 men are police officers, and are black ministers, and they tell you they're married to you and take all you're money, and try to put you into a mental hospital because they say you have poor mental hygiene and are unfit to take care of yourself...that's RAPE.' I didn't really know what to say to that, so I just wished her well and drove off. As I looked back she was already giving her letter to someone else in the parking lot.

About 30 minutes later I got a call from the scuba shop, asking about that African American woman that I'd been in the shop with earlier that afternoon. It turned out that one of the store employees had read the letter, been very perplexed and intrigued and weirded out, and googled her. He found the information on this site and other sites about Marilyn, and had read about her run-ins with the police and such. He called to check in that I was OK and that I knew what I was dealing with. I had already left her, so we ended up just trading stories, he telling me what he'd read and me telling him my part of the Marilyn epic.

I've attached her letter, which includes a copy of the letterhead of the hotel she stayed at and a copy of her room key, apparently. It's almost like she wants people to follow her. A friend of mine thinks it's very elaborate performance art. I'm not sure, myself.

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Paso Robles, Ca.

2010-01-11T23:18:00.000-08:00

Sighted in Paso Robles, CA

San Luis Obispo, CA

2010-01-02T23:24:00.000-08:00

Today, a well-dressed black woman came into my work. (a copy shop in San Luis Obispo, CA.) Speaking to me, she was very polite, if a little needy. Many of the customers here are just as needy and not at all polite, so she made a good impression right away. After a miunte or two of talking to her though, something seemed off. Confiding to me that she had been a victim of identity theft, she handed me a nearly illegible handwritten paper, asking for 200 copies.

When the job was finished she paid in cash, using a bill on which she had written "Race Separation Black Race Abuse".

Before she left, she approached the counter again to give me one of the copies I had made for her. She had highlighted part of it in blue ink. She then told me that "they" can implant microchips in people, that she was dealing with at least three crooked black cops, and that their wifes were even worse. "They have the ability to make you a sex slave." she told me, "You stay away from those bad women." Then she left.

Reading the copy, I became concerned by its mention of people by first and last name, including, in one case, a car's liscense plate number. I Googled one of the names and almost immediately found this blog. My co-worker and I were blown away by the amount of information on Marilyn, how many people have encountered her, and how far she has travelled.

Attached is a scan of the aforementioned paper, with surnames and liscense plate number obscured.

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Oxnard, CA

2009-12-29T23:03:00.000-08:00

Hello,

This is an amazing continuing story. My family just had our own "Marilyn experience." After the encounter, I had to Google her and, of course, that's how I came to find your blog. Thanks for keeping this chronicle going. So here is our story:

After attending 12:30 pm services Sunday, December 27, 2009, at Santa Clara Church, in Oxnard, CA, my wife and I remained inside talking with some good friends. As we were speaking, a middle-aged black woman with small rolling suitcase approached us and introduced herself into our conversation as "Marilyn Rodrigues." Her neat appearance and hygiene belied her strange request for help with lodging. We all just looked at each other for a few seconds not knowing how to respond. But finally said we really couldn't personally provide accomodations.

Along with this strange request, she offered a rather incoherent story of having traveled from the East Coast with a goal of reaching Davis, CA. She rambled on about having been victim of "white racism" and "black racism" and how she was disowning her Black heritage in favor of her Hispanic (Rodrigues) roots from San Juan, PR. I couldn't understand much of what she was trying to say, although she spoke clearly, it was a string of nonsense - something about a crusade against the corrupt cops, being robbed of her millions of dollars, microwave oppression, etc., etc.

The upshot is our good friends gave her $40 for her lodging request and I chipped in $15 (I held tight to my wallet, figuring she was cuckoo). Anyway, I was so close to googling her on the spot on my Droid phone but held off until getting home. I wish I had looked her up because I would have found out sooner and gotten her photograph and maybe asked for her written manifest refrenced here. I also would have probably saved my friends and our cash. But, what the heck, the Marilyn Express rolls on towards Davis, thanks to our help. She should be arriving soon in NoCal. Good luck!

Palm Springs, CA

2009-12-14T20:45:00.000-08:00

I ran into Ms. Gibbs in Palm Springs, Ca at Office Max where she handed me a page. She asked me if i was hispanic and then told me to be in Cathedral City, Ca on dec. 14, 15, and 16 of 2009. Wieeeeeeeeerd!!! ....... And the Marilyn Gibbs saga continues........

Tune in next week when Marilyn discovers the sub-dermal implant below her right ear! Mwhahahahaha!

And Marilyn, if your reading this, WE'RE WATCHING!

Idaho Falls, ID

2009-11-06T23:45:00.001-08:00

Yes, she was. She stayed at the Ruth House women's shelter in Idaho Falls. If I could have taken her to a local hospital and got her some help, I would have. She refused and if you talked to her about getting help or mentally ill she got very upset and felt like you were trying to hurt her. Really I don't know that anyone can do anything because she doesn't hurt anyone. When I came in contact with her I looked online and saw an article about her robbing someone in Nebraska. She asked them for a ride and then took some money out of their console. I don't remember the amount, maybe $10.00, but it's hard to really tell if she's dangerous. I was so blown away by the information that she gave me. I couldn't understand it at all. I thought about her for a long time after she left the shelter. She needs GOD because her thoughts are not healthy.

High Point, NC

2009-10-30T14:22:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I was exiting the High Point library and ahead of me was a woman also exiting. As we went through the doors a well dressed black women carrying a large pocket book and a clear plastic garbage bag full of stuff stopped us both and asked” Did we know where Leslie’s house ( a women’s shelter) was in High Point?” She was outside the library at the time.

The other woman quickly said “No” and walked away. I said “I have heard of it but don’t know where it is- perhaps if you ask in the library they will know”. The woman asked me to accompany her into the library – so I did. We asked the lady at the desk but the best she could do was to give her a telephone book to look up the address. At this point I was asked to look up the address. I found it. The woman then asked if she could use the library phone to call to be sure there was space in the shelter. The librarian had to ask her supervisor and the result was she gave the woman 25cents to use the pay phone. She did not call.

The woman now asked if I would drive her to Leslie’s house. It was not that far so I said” sure”. Driving there she told me she was Marilyn Gibbs Rodriguez from Davis California – she also rambled about being robbed – she was very well spoken and well dressed – only suspicious thing was the plastic bag full of stuff. Leslie’s house couldn’t admit her- it was full? She was told that the only person who could admit her under these circumstances was the director of Leslie’s House and she was off that day and the staff dare not contact her on her day off .

Marilyn was told that the Salvation Army would admit her to their shelter. Marilyn wanted to stay in Leslie’s house because it is for women only and she would feel safer- this was not to be! Off we go to the Salvation Army – where she was admitted – here and at Leslie’s house she asked (practically insisted) I accompany her into both places while she talked with the staffs.

She was admitted to the Salvation Army shelter but before I departed she gave me her manifesto – outlining the “troubles” she has been through (real or imaginary?? I don’t know) . In any event ,my encounter with Marilyn was interesting to say the least and short lived – about one hour. After reading the papers she gave me I googled her name. WOW – this is one well traveled lady and her approach to people and places is very consistent. God speed Marilyn – I hope you find contentment some day.

China Grove, NC

2009-10-22T18:04:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, a woman walked into the library where I work. Several staff members interacted with her over the course of the next few hours. As we traded stories later, it was clear that she made an impression with everyone she came in contact with.

Her first order of business upon coming into the library was to introduce herself and ask to be put on a computer. She was dressed nicely and spoke politely to staff. She produced a driver’s license that verified her name was Marilyn Gibbs. Seeing the license myself later, I believe it was issued from Florida or California. Upon sitting down at the computer, Ms. Gibbs asked to use the library’s email account to contact somebody. A staff member informed her that the library does not have a generic email account that she could use, but that he would be willing to help her use her own or set one up for her. She said, “I told you I was computer illiterate!” Her demeanor changed so quickly, that it made the library staff member very uncomfortable.
Next, she asked another staff member to direct her to a bakery in Landis (a town next to us here in China Grove). Well, we happened to have a flyer in the back from Jandira’s Place, a bakery that had just opened, so she was given a copy of that. Little did we know but she had already been to this exact establishment earlier in the morning. Talk about a coincidence! The only reason we know this is that the staff member who gave her a copy of their flyer was concerned that she had gone there later and called to check on them. They had a story or two to tell about Ms. Gibbs involving a bagel and two bags of Sun Chips. Maybe they’ll post to this blog as well.

After a short time, Ms. Gibbs asked to use the copy machine. I was working the reference desk then and offered my assistance. “I want to make these pages into a two-sided copy,” she said as I walked her over to the machine. I told her we could do that but that it would be easier to use the machine back in the staff area which has a feature for making two sided copies. “No,” she said, “I can’t let these papers out of my sight.” I thought that was odd but shrugged it off. I set her up for making her copies and was walking away to give her the privacy I thought she’d want when she said, “Don’t go nowhere! Stand right here while it’s making the copies.” I didn’t really know what to say, but to keep the situation from escalating, I complied. After twenty copies of the first page were completed, I helped her get the next page ready to copy. Again, I tried to walk away and she told me even more emphatically to “Stay here!” She told me her next order of business was to collate all these papers. She asked if she could borrow my stapler and a highlighter. After giving her those items, I saw her highlighting the same phrase on each paper.
The next thing Ms. Gibbs asked me for was two trash bags. I had noticed that she carried some papers (and who knows what else) in a grocery bag already because she had used some of our tape to repair it. I thought she wanted two bags like that, so I gave her two of our ‘Thank You’ bags that we hand out for patrons to carry their books home in. “No,” she said, “I want two clear, garbage bags.” I had to explain that what I gave her was all I had. She then seemed to understand and expressed her thanks.

As I was helping someone in our computer lab, the branch manager saw Ms. Gibbs standing there at the counter shuffling her papers around. She asked her if she needed help and Ms. Gibbs told her no, that she was just getting organized.
She was still at the counter when I sat back down. Naturally, I was curious about what she was doing, but since we were busy, I soon forgot about the whole situation.
Later, as I was talking to the staff in the children’s area, they asked if I had been given some papers by that strange lady. I said I hadn’t, but I knew about her. I was getting ready to leave for a workshop so I asked them for the papers. The manager of the library had stepped out for lunch, so I left the papers and a note on her chair that said, “Ask me about these later.” As I drove off, I did think to look for her in the parking lot. I was afraid that maybe she was out there handing her papers to people coming to the library. But she was gone.

This morning when I got to work, I remembered Ms. Gibbs, and finally read through the writings she had left with us. Some parts of the document read rather clearly, but then trailed off into nonsense. Something is definitely off in her writing. Being a reference librarian, I thought I might try to find out some more about her. I googled the phrase “Marilyn Gibbs” and the word ‘Microwave’ came up attached to it. (In her writings, she talks about all the money she made and had stolen from her microwave technology 667.) I got several hits on Ms. Gibbs, but got no further than this blog which has kept library staff and myself mesmerized since.

I’m finding myself wishing I had asked her more about herself. I don’t have any idea how she left or where she was going, but after learning more about her through this blog, I imagine she asked someone for a ride and has continued her journey.

Godspeed, Ms. Gibbs. Everyone here feels privileged that we were able to be part of your story – at least for a little while. May you stay safe in your travels.

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Charlotte, NC

2009-09-30T21:11:00.000-07:00

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Charlotte, NC

2009-09-28T20:46:00.000-07:00

Hi,
Of course, found your blog and am now compelled to contribute... Here is my story:

Charlotte, North Carolina, 6:22pm, rush-hour traffic and I am sitting at a stoplight on the corner of Elm and Hwy 51 in the affluent South Charlotte. She was three cars ahead of me talking threw the window of a white lexis that slowly starts to move off and drive away. I am now two cars away and I move into the second position and waited for the light to turn. She looks past the car on the corner and straight at me from 20 feet away. Without breaking eye contact she approached my car and started talking through my passenger window. "You have to help me, I'm just an abused woman trying to get to my battered women's shelter." I groaned internally and looked at the clock, I was already late getting home, and not in the habit of picking up hitch hikers. "So what do you actually need?" I asked, knowing already, because she just told me. "I need a ride sir, please... to Randolph and Billingsley... Please?" It was more or less my part of town. The light was now green and the cars behind me were showing signs of being annoyed. "OK I said, let's go." She jumped in as the cars behind us, seeing what was happening started driving around me to get on with their commute.

We merged into traffic as I reviewed the strange turn of events that brought me to the stunning realization that I was now driving down the road with someone I did not know, her suit case resting in my backseat and she, now rolling up the window she was just moments ago talking through.

"It's pretty brave of you to jump into a car with someone you don't know." I said. "Sir, after what I've been through with the evil men who have perpetrated their abuse on me over the years you couldn't possibly do anything worse to me." It made since and I accepted her response, she had nothing to lose. "Are you from here, from Charlotte?" "No, I'm from California, by way of Miami." she said and then her story began. For the remainder of the 20-minute ride to Randolph Rd and Billingsley she proceeded to explain (In a not so easy to follow manner) her ordeal. We hit every red light on the way, and even though her story was fairly detailed I understood none of it. Black Nation Church, black police officers, racism that she experienced by both white and black folks.

I started to realize that she was not the victim, or at least wasn't an immediate victim of a recent physical or sexual abuse and that her story was much older than the recent history I had assigned to it all in my mind. Some highlights from our 25 minutes together:

- Black ministers and police officers involved with prostitution ring but that she herself was not a victim of sexual abuse but of identity theft (Although earlier in the conversation I could have sworn she said she suffered physical and sexual abuse).

- She was making her way back to Davis, California because it was getting cooler (here on the east coast) and that she can move faster or better when she's in warm weather - and that there were a lot of "survivors" in Davis and that she was sure she could drum up some support in Davis, CA.

- She wanted to get out the country and fight them from outside, preferably San Juan, Puerto Rico, but for now Davis, California would have to do.

- She wanted a plane ticket to Davis, California but is considering a train because the greyhound bus is too crazy and crowded

- She has a brother named Mike, a twin

- "The abuse started at year 42"

- Today is her birthday - She showed me a photocopy of an old drivers license to prove it, (as if I didn't believe her) the date was indeed the 28th of September.

- she provided me with a UPS Store receipt (for $4.95 for photo copies) as proof "to them that I was her transport for the day"

- From what I understood there is a man, a black police officer/minister, who is claiming they are married, but they are apparently not and that somehow, he has something to do with the long string of identify theft/abuse/robbing of money.

- She has apparently lost into the millions of dollars since the day the abuse began

- She said she didn't have enough copies of her manifesto to give me a copy, but was willing to let me read it if I wanted to. I declined, but wish now that I had read it.

While we were together she asked if she could call a friend, I let her use my phone and she called Ontario, Canada and talked to someone for about 2 minutes. This person, based on her conversation with them, was clearly aware of her situation. I redialed the number after I dropped her off and talked to a guy name Dave, who thanked me for helping her with the ride and that she was probably very grateful for it. He indicated that she calls him a few times a year to check in and that she was a "survivor" and she's be fine. He indicated she was ill and that she was a good person and that I should look up her name online, which brought me here, to this site.

All in all she was very polite and kind and by far the highlight of my day. Tonight she's in Charlotte but look out Davis, California, she's heading your way.

Beaufort, SC

2009-08-15T23:35:00.000-07:00

After encountering a strange woman, I googled the phrase "microwave abuse" and found this blog. I'm now disappointed that I did not receive a copy of her manifesto.

Beaufort, SC

2009-08-14T23:31:00.000-07:00

Today, Friday, August 14th, 2009 I found myself most intrigued this evening when a lady walked into Ruby Tuesday in Beaufort, South Carolina. She seemed like a normal guest despite the fact she told us how many was in her party and then proceeded to seat herself at the table of her choice. She then ordered a sweet tea and made herself at home. I paid little attention to her for we were busy at the time although i did note she had a stack of papers and seemed to be working on some type of project she had with her.
As time went on she was still sitting and I noticed she had ordered no food. Not to odd since some people come in on business or come in early to wait for others to arrive. It wasn't until an hour or two later that a server approached me to tell me this homeless woman was bothering our guest asking them for rides to a hotel and asking to use their cell phones. Evidently she was also handing out flyers. I came out to see what was going on and she was once again quietly sitting at her table studying over her documents. I left her alone. Her appearance was almost like that of a nice older church lady. She was light skinned black and had some freckles on her face. She was modestly dressed but appeared as someone who you could just grab and hug if you knew them well enough. She had luggage with her and a few miscellaneous groceries,,, which was the only true sign she might be homeless.
She soon moved to another servers section, closer to the door and I again received information from one of my servers that she was interrupting our guest so I went to approach her table where , once again she was quietly seated. I barely got two words in before she began to speak to me in a soft and mesmerizing tone. She let me know she had just come from a battered shelter for women and they had given her a reembursement voucher to stay at an inn up the road but she was not sure if they would also pay for the cab and asked if there was any way in which i might be able to help her get there. I told her I would take her myself if i was allowed to leave my position, which I wasn't but I could not obligate my staff or any of my guest to do so but would be more than happy to call the Beaufort Police department to help her if she needed some assistance. She did not become alarmed at this and probably because I gave her no reason to be alarmed for I wasn't trying to get her in any trouble but she clearly stated that her violent relationship with a cop would suggest she not have anything to do with the police since they team together and she was a vicitim of their brutality. There was a lot of conviction in her voice about this.
My impression of this woman was that she was educated yet almost schizophrenic in nature. She said she knew my position and could see I wanted to help so if maybe I could just see what the fare for a cab was then she could just get to the inn before she fell asleep. She kept telling me she was so tired. I obliged and went to my kitchen where I asked a cook if they could possibly take her when they left who said I had a much bigger heart than they did and they could not. I called a friend and they could not oblige me either but did note that they had heard form several people that I seemed to attract homeless and crazy people. laughing or not, I had someone call the cab company to find out the rate.
I returned to he lady with a rate of 8 dollars and found she had also took the assistance of the table behind her in using their cell phone. I asked her not to bother the guest but told her she was free to use my phone at any time she needed. At this point she had somehow managed to pass out many of her flyers to our guest through out the restaurant. She said the rate was fair and asked if I could call them. Moments later the cab showed up and I approached her once again and she sweetly told me how kind we all were and that I was a blessed person and she motioned to the bags of food she had with her. She asked if she could leave them. I asked why and she said she had been given the food by a nice person but she had already eaten for the day and she would like for someone in our staff who might have children and need it more than her to take it. She said she needed to lighten her load for her travels. I told her I was sure I could find someone who needed the food.
I began to help her with her baggage and she thanked me many times. I was never afraid of her nor did I ever feel sorry for her. I walked her out to the cab and when he popped his trunk I asked her if she would like me to place the baggage in his trunk and she declared that she needed to keep it close because it held important documents for her. I helped her into the cab and felt sorry in a way I didn't get to talk to her more. We shook hands and I told her I wished her a great journey, She said she would be leaving soon and handed me a few of her papers so I could be aware of the oppression going on. Said she like to hand them out as she traveled on. We shook hands again and I smiled at her because she was on a mission and doing things most of us only dreamed of doing. ROCK OUT MARILYN GIBBS!
Anyway I started reading the paper and when I came home I read some to my friends about microwave oppression and so forth and we decided to look it up. This is where we stumbled across the amazing amount of blogs written about this lady. My friends who hadn't even met her became slightly obsessed reading the blogs and they even stopped by the inn to see if she was still there. She wasn't... this is about 6 hours after I have crossed her path btw. i can't even say if she ever even made it to the inn. If you respond to me I will send you a copy of her recent paper she was handing out. It contains receipts from Savannah and the Suntrust Bank in which she was in or I am assuming.
ai see no date on the Kroger receipt but it has a variety of canned foods and cheeses listed on it. , mostly really healthy items or odd items like kraut and garlic and sardines... and canned veggies like beets pears , spinach. the card on it has Matthew Woodhouse listed as a Suntrust branch manager. I might give hima call. Both of these come from Gwinnett Street.

i appreciate the sharing on the blog. Thank you for letting me share with you. I sometimes wonder if there is a lot to what this lady is tryng to say but isn't able to say it in a way she can be taken seriously.

Beaufort, SC

2009-08-14T23:29:00.000-07:00

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Savannah, GA

2009-08-10T23:26:00.000-07:00

I got a flyer from this weirdo today. Older, pudgy black lady in a funny white hat.

Wow. What a nut ball.

Savannah, GA

2009-07-27T20:06:00.000-07:00

I just ran into marilyn gibbs today and recieved a piece of paper that is very similar to the one described in your blog. I live in savannah ga and she was in the campus library when she approached me with the paper.

Orange Park, FL

2009-07-17T20:05:00.000-07:00

I just read your blog. Well as of today, 7/17/09 Marilyn is in Orange Park, Florida right outside of Jacksonville. I was at office max today in orange park, faxing something and let me tell you she stuck out, she kept mumbling things to herself she had all of her stuff (many copies, her black backback, water and a can of food sprawled out on the office max copy center counter. I noticed her because she was standing in front of me as I was waiting to ask the customer service rep about faxing. Anyways she had a bunch of bags (grocery bags) with something in them and she was stapling her highlighted papers on them. As I was waiting to pay for my fax, she handed me one of her papers and told me it was about Martin Luther King. So anyways I said okay thank you (I didn't want to be rude). Well anyhow she looked normal, nicely dressed and smelled heavily of perfume (so did the paper she gave me). She flagged me down in the parking lot as I was leaving and asked me if I would give her a ride. I politely told her I couldn't because I had to be somewhere (I DO NOT GIVE STRANGERS RIDES). Anyhow she walked away mumbling. So I get home and look over the copied papers she gave me, I was like what the heck!! IT made no sense. She spoke of her microwave technology and a raft and how Obama got elected from the 900 million, 800 trillion and all the money madeon her microwave technology 667 rackaterring offenses. Everything was quite funny but made abosolutely no sense. She also attached a brochure from some womens care center that she wrote a bunch of mumbo jumbo on about how the center put every black women out of the shelter to keep her and the shelter safe. It was really weird. And I noticed she also gave a white man in office max the paper also. She did not give any of the balck customers her copies. She also attached her Florida driver's license, some other identity card and a benefits security card...very strange...

Miami-Dade, FL

2009-07-07T20:08:00.000-07:00

While on the TriRail in Miami-Dade county of Florida I found a copy of Marilyn Gibb's manifesto that seems to be different from any copy or documented record of the letter that I have seen online thus far. I will be scanning and uploading the copy of the letter, which is both back and front, and is addressed to a David Bleakney with the Canadian Postal Union. If anyone has any further information once the scanned images are uploaded please post to this blog as soon as possible.
Sincerily, TriRail Founder

Tavernier, FL

2009-06-28T19:35:00.000-07:00

This encounter was so odd I was dying to get online to google this woman to find out if she was a missing person or a wanted criminal. Long story short, My family and I were on vacation in the keys and gave Marilyn a ride from Tavernier, Fl to Big Pine Key, Fl. from there we gave her money and put her on a bus to Key West. Before getting on the bus she gave my husband a handful of papers that she insisted we take. I thought at first that it was just the letter she wrote asking for help but, when I got back to where we were staying I discovered that she also gave us a copy of her Birth Certificate (lot of info there),copy of her Fl ID card and a copy of her Social Security Benefits card. There is a greyhound bus ticket receipt with notes written all over it and then there is also a copy of a lot of receipts with notes written all over them re: box and line rape??Warm up technology,sexual assaults in bathrooms, etc. From the info she left with me, I can say that her current plans are to get to San Juan, Puerto Rico (passport not needed there), she wants an identity and a race change. The hour or so she spent in my car she was very polite and very grateful. I am a nurse and about 100% sure that she has a mental illness. Whatever Marilyn is searching for I hope she finds it. Like I stated earlier, I do have her photo ID with address in Miami, her DOB and all of her other info from her Birth Certificate, I would not feel right posting everything about her on this blog. I will say that she has a twin.

Minnetonka, MN

2009-03-08T19:02:00.000-07:00

I'd like to report a sighting of Marilyn Gibbs that happened around March, 2008. My dad and I were driving near the Ridgedale Center in Minnetonka, MN, just outside of Minneapolis, and as we stopped at a red light, she approached from the median, and signaled for my dad to roll down his window, which he did. She handed us a 15-page photocopied pamphlet, said something like, "I'm an activist!", and then walked on, presumably to other stopped cars. I still have the pamphlet, and I happened to be typing in the words "Mrs. Kunston Sawyer Rodwin Ringwald" to Google, and that's how I found this blog. The last few pages of the pamphlet include bus and train tickets that appear to map out her itinerary: from Effingham, IL to Sacramento, CA by Greyhound in January, 2008; from Martinsburg, WV to Chicago and then to Minot, ND by Amtrak in February, 2008; then from Bismarck, ND to Fargo and Grand Forks by March 8. She has handwritten next to the ticket "Crookston, Bemidji, St Paul, Golden Valley," which I assume is how she ended up where we encountered her. In retrospect, I feel kind of honored to have run into Marilyn, and I hope she ends up safe.

Valdosta, GA

2009-03-07T17:54:00.000-08:00

I work a domestic violence shelter in Valdosta, a woman called our crisis line around 5:00 pm saying she had been given a ride by a elderly couple because she was walking from another home that she and her boyfriend were at. The woman refused to give her name or tell if there was any abuse. She was told she could not come in unless she could give us her name (its our policy). She gave the phone to the elderly couple and they said that the woman would not leave their home and was becoming upset and yelling. It was suggested that they call the police. Later that evening around 8:00 the lady showed up at our dv shelter. It was explained to her the process in which we accept people into the shelter. She refused to leave saying that her boyfriend was a cop in another county. The shelter was forced to call the police to remove her from the premises, she left but later called back to know why the police was called on her. She stilled wanted to come into the shelter but again she was refused because of behavior. She was volatile and hostile and could not be place in the shelter with other women who were seeking safe shelter.. Later that night the shelter was called again but this time it was from our local homeless shelter, they had the same lady there and she told them that our shelter employees dropped her off there which was not true, but at least she gave them a name, Marilyn Gibbs. All in all it was a really scary situation.

(south) GA

2009-02-28T18:05:00.000-08:00

I came in contact with her in south georgia. She left a letter for me to read. She needs help.

Ty Ty, GA

2009-02-26T18:05:00.000-08:00

My mother had a Marilyn sighting in Ty Ty, Georgia. She came into her office to make copies and use her restroom. I'm sure you can imagine her surprise when she looked her up. She printed out volumes and is reading up on her.

Orlando, FL

2009-02-26T18:03:00.000-08:00

Tried to add you as a friend but I guess you are being overwhelmed ey? Just an update for you. She was outside City Hall on my way out of work tonight.

(south) GA

2009-02-26T17:53:00.000-08:00

Marilyn has made her way to South Georgia. She was last
seen on I-75 at Exit 16 trying to thumb a ride south to
Florida. She stayed with a local family for a few days and
they tried to help her get connected with the battered
woman's shelter. (She told them she was fleeing from an
abusive husband, a police officer, and was scared because
he was trying to keep the abuse covered up.) The Woman's
shelter required a background check and she refused. So
the shelter turned her away. The family tried to help, and
in a moment of desperation, brought her to our mid-week
services.

Long story short, we were able to get her a night in a
shelter, but the closer she got to the shelter, the more
of the delusion came out. I am not a clinician, but I
spent enough time with her to know that she is full-blown
delusional. everything is a conspiracy and when reality
strikes, the conspiracy increases. She is still carrying
the same letter referenced in the original post from
Boston and somewhat regrettably, we allowed her to make
copies of the letter to take with her before we read it.

Her story has changed. She claimed to be from a small town
in California where a man was falsely claiming to be her
husband. His motive is the large amount of money that is
tied to her. He wants it and will stop at nothing to get
it. He is using the race card and technology to manipulate
the authorities and the internet to get to her so she can
be locked away and he can get the money. (He needs the
money to complete his mainframe structure and secure his
network to lock down the world grid and thus assume
leadership of his new world government.) She can only be
truly safe in Little Havana, so she is going there. That
is the only place in America not infiltrated by his
network.

Her goal is to reach Little Havana, secure the protection
of the Cuban minority once there by signing over the
rights to her money, but only after they get her passport
back and deliver her to Cuba. The only way to resolve this
is to get the minorities fighting on equal turf.

All of this information was given from Marilyn freely with
basically no questions asked to receive it. We have prayed
for her and will continue to do so. Our prayer is that she
will find her medication and that someone will read this
blog while they still have the opportunity to bring
influence to bear.

I will add that Marilyn carries herself very well and
makes a pretty good first impression. But it only takes
about 15 minutes of letting her talk to begin to see the
delusion. She did not appear to be a threat to herself or
anyone else. She is simply caught in her conspiracy driven
delusion and has lost touch with the REAL world. May God
protect her and those whom she encounters and may He lead
her to a place of healing.

Tifton, GA

2009-02-24T17:51:00.000-08:00

I found your blog after googling "Marilyn Gibbs" and "Microwave Te
chnology 667". I work in a small townnear Tifton Georgia. Myco-
worker was in the office on Tuesday February 24, 2009around1:30 p.m.
when she heard the door bell go off that signals a customer has entered the
building.A black woman enteredwith ablack suitcase on wheels and
a jacket laid overthe top. She was dressed in a burgandy sweat suit and
wore a wig that had redish highlights. She had freckles on her cheeks
.She askedfor the Mayor'sdesk because she was advised to
stop and speak toMayors along her travels. My co-worker asked her wha
t was this pertaining to andthewoman said "I need to tell him about a
big bad black cop. He's bad" My co-worker repeated what she said back t
o her andthe woman said "He looks white now but he's black. His name is
Rodwin Ringwald. Everyone knows him. The Mayor will know him." My
co-worker says she felt instantly that something wasn't right. She asked
if this man had hurt her and she said "yes. He stole my identity." My c
o-worker asked where he was from and she said "Birmingham, Al." The w
oman asked to use ourbathroom where she stayed for a long period of time
. We think she was possibly bathing off.She came out of the bathro
om and asked my co-worker if she could type a letter for her. My co-worker
explained to her that she could not. She then stated that she only hat $7.0
0 and needed to make copies and wanted to know where the print shop was.
My co-worker told her where she could find one, in the next town, and she
said she was headed that way to catch the Greyhound. She then asked for
a pen and paper so she could write the name of the bad cop down for the May
or. My co-worker gave her a small message pad where she proceeded to write
3 pages of ramblings. She asked for a hi-liter and began to hi-lite cert
ain things on the paper. Here is what she wrote exactly as she wrote it:
Page 1:Mr & Mrs. John and Kurston Sawyer Rodwin Ringwald. Identity
Theft and Financial Theft.They are the ghetto connection to the poli
ce dept: Trash that got on my travel.Brutality.Corruption.Technolo
gy Abuse. Tell the Mayor to check the box on his frame. Page 2:His
microwave technology. 1:40 p.m. @ 2-24-09 @ Tues. I used the bathroo
m in his office. The White Men In the Night (that is hi-lited) of the el
ks organization. He will send his deal through his wife. She is a bla
ck hard core gutter street woman. They look white now (that is hi-lited)
.Send for them, they will destroy there staff to save themselves.
A TRAVELING ACTIVIST, LOBBYIST, MARILYN GIBBSPage 3:(This is boxed
in in bold) PROTECTION ON RIDE BACK TO SYLVESTER GEORGIA. Trent o
f Sylvester, Ga. (She included his license plate number)He is a wh
ite male driver.The Rodwins Black Ghetto Carjack in Good White Towns
on 667 Microwave Technology.At this point she was at the bottom of
the 3rd page and my co-worker asked her if she needed more paper. She t
hen said she did not, so my co-worker said, "Let me read this back to you s
o that I'm sure the Mayor is reading this correct." My co-worker read a
few lines and asked her, "You think the Mayor knows this man?" and she said
"OH yes, everyone knows him." My co-worker read some more and said, "Hi
s Frame Box? The Mayor will know what you're talking about?" and she said,
"Yes. All Mayors know this information. He will know. Tell him he nee
ds to speak to the women of the Elks Lodge, VFW, Moose Lodge. My co-work
er asked her what she did and she said she was a traveling lobbyist and tha
t she was traveling by knocking on doors and using her thumb. She said s
he was careful and knew if someone was safe when they came to the door.
She then decided she wanted the papers back she wrote and tried to get them
back but my co-worker said she would
just put it on the mayor's desk. She knew at this point that this woman
wasn't right and possibly the information she wrote down would be of some
use if the police would come looking for her. Shortly after that, she he
aded out the door with her suitcase. It was very strange.I really
hope she doesn't end up dead somewhere. She doesn't seem to be mentally sta
ble after reading about her on this blog.

Monroe, LA

2009-02-24T17:49:00.000-08:00

A woman at work was at the local grocery store on her lunch break and a friendly unassuming woman walked up to her and handed her this letter...i was so confused and intrigued about what I was reading, that I scanned it and took it home to see if any of this is legit..THIS IS GREAT!! Anyways, here is the scan of the 2-page letter Marilyn was handing out at Brookshire's....

El Paso, TX

2009-02-09T17:48:00.000-08:00

Marilyn Gibbs was at City Hall in El Paso Texas on Monday, February 9, 2009. As stated in all of the previous blogs, she comes across as a very mild mannered female. On this day she requested to speak to the City Manager regarding a civil rights violation by a police officer. Since we take our complaints very seriously we arranged for her to speak to the City Manager. When Marilyn was introduced to the City Manager she asked the City Manager to make her forty copies of her letter. The City Manager stated that she could not make forty copies of a personal letter so Marilyn had the audacity to barter with her – she asked the City Manager how many copies she could make – the CM stated she could make twenty, and Marilyn came back with “Can you make twenty-one?” Unbelievable – never once did she discuss any real issues.

After reading several entries on your website – it appears as though Marilyn may eventually become very dangerous. Please continue to track her and thank you.

Socorro, NM

2009-02-05T17:46:00.000-08:00

Marilyn was in Socorro, NM on Thursday, February 5th, 2009. She was interesting to say the least. She passed out some flyers and visited SEVERAL people in our town. Her actions sparked enough interest to “google” her and find this site. I wonder where she’s headed now and how long she’s actually been on her journey… I’d like to know more about her, like what she’s done in her life other than this.

Taos, NM

2009-02-03T21:23:00.000-08:00

Well, she was here in Taos on Tuesday of this week. She visited several of our local banks.
No one hurt, no one arrested, numerous people suspicious and/or curious.

unknown

2009-02-01T23:42:00.000-08:00

I too came in contact with Marilyn Gibbs back in about February of 2009. She stayed in the shelter where I was the Director. I really wanted to help her, but I think she got scared and took off. She also gave me all of her microwave technology papers along with Carl Wyman story. I contact the salvation army because she told me he worked there and they had no idea who he was. I made various calls to try and find out if what she was saying was true, but couldn't find anything. We helped her get her birth certificate (born in Tennessee) then later moved to California. She left the shelter before it came. I talked to her about mental illnesses because I knew that she qualified for our program and she could have stayed in a nice room with a kitchen and everything she needed was there. The qualifications were to have been homeless at least 4 times in one year, and I knew this was true, and also to be disable or have a mental illness. She freaked out said I was going to call the police on her and she left down the street. She went to Salt Lake and started handing out these microwave technology information with some documents that I gave her regarding our shelter. The thing is it had my name on it. A lady from Salt Lake City, Ut. bus stop called me at work and told me she was claiming abuse from our shelter. I felt horrible because I really wanted to help her. Be careful about what kind of information you give to her because I have seen various peoples information put on the internet. If she goes into a Walmart store and comes in contact with someone, she may write about it on her papers and then hand them out. Whatever is going on with her-Lord save her...

Flagstaff, AZ

2009-01-27T18:53:00.001-08:00

I was walking into a Kinkos/FedEx this afternoon near Northern Arizona University (Flagstaff, AZ) where I go to school and opened a door for a well-dressed black woman. She had a suitcase. She was trying to give a piece of paper to a couple who had just exited, and then returned back inside to hand me her manifesto. It was typical of the rest - microwaves, race separation, oral sex abuse, etc - and was written on her Greyhound bus ticket. She told me she was on her way to New Mexico and then DC. Her ticket was from Kingman, AZ to Santa Fe, NM with a stop in Flagstaff... although she obviously got off before her apparent destination. She was getting a ride with the couple, presumably to the train/bus station... although her ticket to NM was for January 26, yesterday.

Flagstaff, AZ

2009-01-27T18:51:00.000-08:00

Well, Marilyn is now in Flagstaff, Arizona. Her letter is hand written
on a Greyhound ticket that shows her traveling from Kingman AZ, to Santa
Fe, NM.

She came by City Hall today and handed out her "letters" to everyone
she came across. I was at lunch at the time and did not get the
pleasure of meeting her.

Her letters all seem to have the same theme.

I cannot believe I actually found information about her on the
internet... CRAZY!!!

Boulder City, NV

2009-01-20T18:09:00.000-08:00

I work in a hotel in Boulder City, NV (about 20 miles from Vegas), and had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Gibbs today. Apparantly she has been quite busy. A local church paid for one night at our hotel. When she arrived, I helped her to her room. She told me that she was a prophet like Dr. King, and gave me a flier. I went back to the office and started reading the strangest thing I've ever read in my life. About halfway through, a police officer pulled up and started asking questions about her - namely was a teenager with her. I said no, she was alone, but I let him read her flier. I then spotted her outside standing in the middle of the parking lot, holding a bunch of papers above her head. I told the cop that that was her. He went outside to talk to her, and when he came back told me that she was "confused" but seemed nice enough, and left. The housekeeper came in. I showed her the flier. She read it, said that she thinks it was the same lady she had met in Searchlight, NV. She said the lady had threatened people there with a very large knife. Then, another lady came in that works for a nonprofit org. out here. Apparantly Ms. Gibbs had been at there too. They had paid for a week at another hotel, but Ms. Gibbs refused to stay there. Then she started picking her nose and trying to wipe it on the volunteers. She also stated to them that she had a knife in her suitcase. Also, a teenager was waiting for her outside there too. Finally, the lady from the church that had paid for her stay came in (where she was trying to get copies made there too, btw) and we all compared notes. It was enough for me to become very concerned about the safety of the other guests and employees at my work, so I called the police back. They came, and checked her room for this mystery boy that was seen with her. Nobody was in her room, but the cop said that she had defecated on one of our sheets and put it in the sink. He said it stunk in the room. Does anyone else know of any violent tendancies on her part of has she mentioned this knife to anyone else? What about a young boy with her? I am quite concerned about this.

I attached the copies of the letter I got from her.

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Cedar City, UT

2009-01-13T18:29:00.000-08:00

Cedar City, UT 8:40 am 1/13/09

I was at Albertson's in Cedar City and when I was about to leave, a women with several suitcases and a plastic bag of toilet paper asked where she could get some breakfast. I told her that Denny's and IHOP would be her best choice. She then asked if I could give her a ride to the Denny's. I told I would and once she got in my jeep she asked if I could instead take her to WalMart on the other side of town. I told her I would and while we were on our way she then asked if I could take her to New Harmony which was about 15 min from Cedar. I told her I couldn't because I had to get back to the University to go to a class. Unphased, she then asked if I could take her to Kannaraville, which was also far and I repeated that I couldn't because of class. Finally when we got to WalMart she asked for some money so she could get breakfast. I gave her $5 and then she took out those flyers, didn't write anything, and handed me them. I read them when I got back to my dorm and saw that it made no sense.

Later that night, I called the Police Department in Cedar City and told her about the woman. They then told me that she was doing nothing criminal so they couldn't arrest her and that she is paranoid schitzophrenic but not so much that they can institutionalize her. I think the next person to encounter her should definitly take her to a mental health clinic because she really shouldn't be travelling the country in this state.

Cedar City, UT

2009-01-04T19:00:00.000-08:00

My wife and her girlfriend picked her up to give her a ride to a local coffee shop in Cedar City UT yesterday, January 4th. She gave both of them the handouts and spoke to them as if they already knew who these people in her writings were. The experience was unsettling to both of them and expressed a disinterest in ever giving someone a ride somewhere, no matter how nice and friendly they looked. After reading some of the writings, I was beginning to think the would make good lyrics for some Indy band. The "Microwave Abuse Oppression Offense" caught my eye, and I just had to find out if there was such a thing. Good use of abstract imagery. A white, racist Ani DiFranco might enjoy the inspiration.

Cedar City, UT

2009-01-02T19:52:00.000-08:00

I Encountered Miss Gibbs January 2nd around 5 pm at the cedar city utah staples. and she gave me a letter that makes no sense?

St George, UT

2008-12-30T22:48:00.000-08:00

My wife and I were leaving the Chuck-O-Rama restaurant in St George, UT this afternoon when we were approached by a very nice mannered black lady. She excused herself for intruding and asked if we could help her get to Washington just a few miles north of where we were at. At first I hesitated, then seeing that she appeared to be a very sincere and cordial lady in need of help, my wife and I agreed that we would take her, even though it was in the opposite direction of where we wanted to go.

After we all got into our car we began a discussion with her by making introductions. She introduced herself as Ms Marilyn and told us a similar story that we have now found on this blog and numerous other preceding it. She told us she was an activist similar to Martin Luther King Jr. but that for her it was not a willing participation but something she was being compelled to do. To be truthful, we seemed to disarm much of the manner of Ms Marilyn we are reading about in this blog by asking her where she was from. She mentioned that she had recently been in Park City and several places north – but that she was currently staying in Cedar City though she’d come to St George on business. We told her we were from Cedar and that we would be returning later that evening. She seemed to not have heard that we were not returning immediately when she asked us if we were now returning to Cedar could she ride with us. We restated that we had children we had to pick up from other activities and that we would not be driving back to Cedar until later. She then stated that the Washington On-Ramp to I-15 headed North would be the place she would like us to drop her off.

Before getting to the inter-change I told her that it would be more-likely she could find someone returning to Cedar City by going to the local Costco. She stated with some hesitancy that she wouldn’t mind being let off of the on-ramp but that if we thought it best at Costco for her she would accept that. We told her that we would check back later on our way and look for her. She seemed very concerned that she had to be back in Cedar before nightfall and back into the lodging that was being provided for her. My wife asked her if she had a cell-phone that we could check up on her later, and she stated she did not and asked if we had a cell-phone and when we confirmed we did, she asked if we would place a call for her. My wife handed her a cell phone and she passed it back asking my wife if she would dial a number for her. My wife dialed the number and handed her the phone which had begun to ring. Ms Marilyn stated that perhaps she should have let my wife talk to the person she wanted to leave a message with concerning her where-about, but then leaves a fairly detailed message on an answering machine. In the message Ms. Marilyn states where she is (Washington, UT) and that she is headed back to Cedar to the lodgings this person had provided for her. In her message she asks this person to please clear the lines for her and make certain everything is safe for her.

As Ms Marilyn is getting out of the vehicle in the Costco parking lot she then reaches into her packages and retrieves a Sales Receipt from the local UPS store. Thinking that she is reaching for some money to pay for the short trip we had just provided my wife begins to protest. Ms Marilyn who up to now had not really talked about any of the things we are reading about in this blog, tells her to please take the receipt that shows how much she has just paid to get her papers printed. She also pushes a package of five papers folded into a bundle into my wife’s hands and asks her to please pass them onto five of our friends. We notice she has several more such bundles in her packages. We had noticed that big shopping bag of toilet paper rolls.., and thought it to be very curious – but it was not part of our conversation. Later it was as we read the paper she left us that we read almost verbatim the type of things this blog is reporting.

My wife and I visited with family a short time later while still in St George. A son-in-law is a member of the local police force in St George and out of curiosity he called in to see if there were any reports on this strange, but very nice lady we had just met. There were none to be of any concern as we really could not identify any thing of bad report on her. My wife and I expressed our concern that perhaps she may have trouble getting back to Cedar and asked him to watch for any reports that might indicate she had further problems or incidents. We have now returned home and out of curiosity I’ve done some research on the number Ms Marilyn called and left a message with using my cell phone. The number was an Ottowa-Hull number in Ontario, Canada. I have the name of the person on the answering machine she left the message on. I am wondering if she really knew who she was calling or if she’d just picked the number at random.

My wife and I really enjoyed our short visit with Ms. Marilyn. She was very cordial and gave no indication at all during our short encounter of any of the things we are reading in her paper and on this blog. We are very concerned for her and wondering if there is something more we can do for her before she leaves Cedar. We are wondering how she has been in such a state for the time she has and no one has been able to help her. She told us that she has family in Davis, California but that she has not been close to them for some time. In our conversation during the drive we told her how many children we had, and she expressed that her grandmother would have had the same number if they had all lived. She seemed impressed by the woman her grandmother had been and wished she could be the same.

St George, UT

2008-12-23T21:18:00.000-08:00

We just met this lady at Walmart in St. George UT. She seemed normal and handed us a flier stating "Merry Christmas". We thought it would be some handout for a church or something. When we started reading it we discovered it was totally incoherent. Stuff about a microwave technology 667, my raft 2257, etc. My wife and I could not stop laughing. There are some messed up things going on in that woman's head.

St George, UT

2008-12-22T12:00:00.000-08:00

I gave Marilyn Gibbs a ride to the "busiest intersection in St. George , UT" today around 12:00. she gave me copies of her writings.

Cedar City, UT

2008-12-16T21:02:00.001-08:00

I met Marilyn Gibbs in Cedar City, UT today. My friend and I were sitting down for lunch and a nicely dressed, well-mannered black woman with a shaved head asked us where the UPS store was. We told her where to find the Office Depot and she thanked us. I notice that as she was preparing to leave (it was snowing pretty steadily) that she was adjusting a wig. I told her that her shaved head looked very good and she did not need a wig. She thanked me for being very kind and gave my friend and I a copy of her manifesto (the same one as the previous post from Sandy, UT on 12/11/09). I wish I would have known because we would have talked to her and taken her picture. Only after searching some terms from the manifesto on the internet did we realize that we came in contact with an underground celebrity. We looked for her around town (it’s a small town), and though we met several people who remembered her, we never found her again. Some ladies at Staples mentioned that she handed them some information that was for women’s eyes only. Unfortunately, they shredded the paper because it seemed too weird.

Sandy, UT

2008-12-12T01:22:00.000-08:00

I just had a Marilyn Gibbs encounter in Sandy, UT today (12/11/2008).

Ms. Gibbs approached me and a couple of other unsuspecting passengers aboard TRAX this morning and gave us copies of her "manifesto." It is a photocopied flier that appeared to be a women's shelter handout on one side and a Greyhound itinerary on the other, with her handwritten treatise scattered about most of the white space.

I have transcribed the pages below and have attached scans of the originals.

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White Sisterhood For Protection. My Raft 2257 And My Microwave Technology 667. Give this Letter To Someone Who Know The Process Of Race Separation. The Black Church Women Gave My Wash To There Black Men. They Are On The Oppression In There Witchcoats. They Said No Help Will Come To Me But Through Them. The Black Woman Have No Business On My Life. AKA. Julie Hanary. Dave Rodrigues Is Not My Boy Friend.

The Ghetto Connection to the Police Dept: Carol Wyman, John Rodwin, Howard Warner And There White Men In The Night. Identity And Financial Theft: $900 Million, $800 Trillion, And All of The Money Made On My Microwave Technology 667. Mrs. Kurston Sawyer Rodwin + Hazel Wyman.

The Men Are On The Inside. Selling And Racketeering Microwave Abuse Oral Sex offenses That Are Not Worth A Dime. There Are Two (2) Black Women Residents In The Shelters. They Will Black Race Own Me To Black Race Abuse Me. Racketeering Offenses. Put Them Out of The Shelter To Keep Me And the Shelter Safe.

Check The Box On There Frame Every Hour. Technology Abuse.

A Technology Sleep Rape. Hourly Rapes Are Assigned.

West Jordan, Utah. Dec. 5, 6, 7, 2008. Room 104.

20 Million Black Church Frames And Old Frames Black Church Women. 2257 And 667 - OBAMA.

You Are Ansering To Killers, Robbers, Rapists, Pimps And There Street Women. Call Them All In At The Same Time. You Need To See Who You Are Answering To. They Look White Now. They Are Not Checking Their Microwave Technology Close Enough. Activist, Lobbyist, Marilyn Gibbs.

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6:30 AM. Thurs. 12-4-08. Salt Lake. The Police Put Me Out of The Bus Station. 6:00 AM. Fri. 12-5-08. Provo. The Bus Never Came And The Bus Station Didn't open at 7:45 AM. I Left at 8:15 AM.

Interception By The Provo Police Dept For Kurston Sawyer.

Park City Peace Shelter. Utah. Domestic Violence Organization.

Evanston, WY 18 Blacks
Rock Springs, WY 201 Blacks
Rawlins, WY 69 Blacks
Laramie, WY 237 Blacks

Tell The Whole Town of Auburn, California To Avenge The Abuse And Peace For Families Domestic Violence Organization And Shelter.

St. Mary Canyon Paid For The ticket.

Peace D.V. Shelter.

Tell Them To Pay Now For The Abuse On The National Organization For Six (6) Years From The Boston 2002, Illegal Collection On The Microwave Abuse Opression Offense Funds On The 15 year Abuse On My Life. Show The Town Down And Kill The Ghetto Off Of The Organization NOW.

Park City, Ogden, YWCA Salt Lake, Provo And West Jordon Domestic Violence Shelters (A.K.A. Julie Hanary)

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Park City, UT

2008-12-02T22:34:00.000-08:00

Ms. Gibbs is currently in Park City, Utah and has been here for several days. At this moment (12:49 pm MST) Ms. Gibbs is at an ATM machine at the Wells Fargo Bank. No criminal behavior observed.

Park City Police Department

Salt Lake City, UT

2008-11-30T22:37:00.000-08:00

Late in the afternoon while walking to one of our local train stations in Salt Lake City, UT. I was approached by a black woman identifying herself as “An activist like Dr. King”. She handed me a copy of a three page hand written manifesto. I put the papers in my pocket and didn’t think much of it. I just tried to decipher what I was reading and pretty much got the same stuff that I have been seeing in this blog (Microwave technology 667, etc..). Like the others on the blog I did a Google search using the keyword “Carl Wyman” and found this blog. I do have the papers that she gave me and would be happy to scan them and attach then to an email if you would like.

2008-11-30T20:49:00.000-08:00

Marilyn Gibbs waved me down in front of St. Mary’s Church in Park City, Utah, and asked for a ride to Sandy on Sunday November 30, 2008. That’s exactly where I was headed so I obliged. She was dressed very well, and immediately taped her Manifesto to the side window of the car. She had duct tape on the zippers of her bag, due to being robbed several times, she stated. Since the drive is about 40 minutes, we had time to talk. After about 5 minutes, her story wasn’t making much sense. Corrupt police officers, black on black offenses, etc. I just listened.

She asked if I would take her to the Office Depot in Sandy, and if I would contribute $15.00 to making copies of her manifesto. I agreed. As we got into Salt Lake, I suggested we stop in Murray, since it was closer, but Marilyn insisted that we go to the Office Depot in Sandy, near the McGrath’s Fish House. Since, I was actually familiar with the area she was referring to, we kept driving. When we arrived in Sandy, we drove by Staples, and Marilyn suggested we go there instead. Once inside, Marilyn asked for a female store manager, and proceeded to tell her that she only had $15.00 and would the manager agree to donate the remaining cost of making 150 copies of her manifesto. The manager agreed. I bought Marilyn some cashews, gave her the $15.00 and she gave me a big hug and thank you.

After reading her manifesto, it seems she may have been violently abused in some way in the past. There is a much reference to sex abuse. She struck me as well spoken, intelligent, but mentally disturbed. I have been thinking a lot about her since we met. She is exceptionally street savvy, and seems skilled with dealing with people and getting what she needs. I just hope that somewhere along her travels she meets someone who can help with her mental instability and she finds some peace of mind. I wouldn’t know how to help. I asked her of all the places she has traveled which was her favorite city; and she said Auburn, California. I asked her why, and she replied that everyone there was very nice and treated her well. I hope she gets back to Auburn and finds a home.

Midvale, UT

2008-11-26T22:42:00.000-08:00

I work the night audit at [an] inn, in midvale ut. (suburb of Salt Lake City.) the hotel was close to empty only about 15 people in house and it was around 2 am. I usually walk the halls some nights to kill time and keep awake. I had finished walking the halls and entered the lobby. I had propped the bathroom door open with a chair earlier because I was carrying water in out to boil the eggs for breakfast with.

I noticed 2 luggage bags sitting outside the door and what sounded like someone washing their hands. I took my post behind the desk and waited for the person to come out. A black woman came out, dressed fairly professional, purple pants suit and a black overcoat. She looked to be simply tired (as are most people on my shift). She begins "please tell me that you are the night auditor, or night manager." I replied "Night auditor. Why? What can I do for you?" She told me that she needed help that the local women's abuse center would not take her, and she needed somewhere to stay. I assumed she was running from either a husband, boyfriend etc.

I believe myself to be a fairly compassionate person and reluctantly told her I could help her out. She asked me if I could keep some stuff behind the desk for her. She handed me two large luggage bags with papers in protective covers safety pinned to them. She asked me: "Please keep them in a locked room, covered. I can't have them get to them." I replied "They being...." "A cop, well he's not a cop. But he looks like one. They have everything about me. There are letters in the post office box at the post office I mailed. Please call the postmaster as soon as possible to make sure they get mailed. They are very good at what they do, they can get the mail, they are that good. The invisible men will come for my stuff. They are quiet and sneaky you will never see them coming, and never know they were here. When stuff starts moving around you, you will know."

She told me to look through her papers and handed me a page protector full of papers, and books taped tightly together at the top. She then left to her hotel room. I set all the stuff behind the desk and sat back down dumbfounded and sympathetic. I figured this lady probably needs help but I don't necessarily have the means to do so. So I let her go hoping that I have helped her out. A couple minutes later she came back down because she couldn't get the door open. (which happens to almost everyone, we have keys that look electronic but have to be left in the door and then removed after the door is opened.) So I escorted her to her room opened the door for her and told her to get some rest.

She handed me the room key back and said "I won't be coming out." I said "Excuse me?" She said "I won't be back out. Thank you, goodnight." The door shuts quickly and I hear the deadbolt, and security latch close, along with what sounds like a chair being pushed up against the back of the door. I shake my head and just head back to the desk. Curiosity gets the better of me and I read the outside of her page protector. Like many my jaw drops and utter disbelief hits me. I think back to the remark, that "I won't be back out." I feared that she may take an attempt on her life, or never leave... After chatting with the security guard we decided to contact police dispatch. So I called and basically said "I just wanted to make sure that she hasn't escaped from a hospital, or that she is not supposed to be here." I told them she wasn't really doing anyone any harm, and I was concerned about her remark that she wasn't coming out.

The police and I go up to her room, knock on her door and ask her if she is ok. She tells us that she is ok and getting ready for her bath. So we say ok, and just leave her alone. The police tell me that she more than likely conned me out of room. I said ok no big deal, hopefully for every 5 people that con me, 1 really needed help. The police leave, and curiosity gets the best of me again, and I open her packet. (only because she told me it was ok to look through her papers, all of her bags smelled really odd by the way.)

She picked up her bags at 7 am and left me with only these words.

"I own your town, I own your jobs. We will meet at the end of the line."

Draper, UT

2008-11-25T22:36:00.000-08:00

I bar tend at a restaurant/bar in Draper Utah and on November 25 2008 we had ourselves a Marilyn encounter. She looked very clean and normal except for a brace on her right arm. She brought with her a suitcase and a huge jar of Aloe Vera. She sat at the end of the bar and drank raspberry tea and talked to some of my regulars. She said she was on her way to a battered woman's shelter and wanted a ride. One of my bar guests paid for a cab to take her there. She told us her name was Cheryl and that she was from California and that she was running away from her abusive boyfriend who also happened to be a cop. She said he was stalking her and that she was trying to get to Washington D.C. so that she could talk to the FBI about it. When we asked her why she couldn't talk to the authorities in Utah she said that they were all corrupt and that "they" were all connected. As soon as her cab arrived she handed all of us her 3 page letter about microwave technology and about her being raped and all sorts of terrible things. She told us that we were the white sisterhood and we were in danger. It seriously took me a half an hour to try to read the letter. I decided to google it and I seriously cant believe the places she has been. I feel so bad for her, something had to have happened to her to make her this way. I am honestly surprised she can take care of herself cause at first glance she almost looks like a professional black woman. Anyways I wonder where she will end up next or how long this will go on.

Idaho Falls, ID

2008-11-22T12:52:00.000-08:00

My sister and I had a Marilyn encounter on Oct 22 in Idaho Falls. Of course the regular MO, we got a manifesto and a lot of slurred jibe about abuses, etc. The wierd thing about this sighting, is that we took Marilyn to a hotel nearby and got her a room for the night, and while paying for her room, Marilyn used the bathroom in the lobby. She was only in there for 5 minutes, and when she came out she was yelling that what happened in there was "WRONG!". While in the bathroom she wrote in red ink on her manifesto and list of abuses that she was raped by microwave technology 667 in the bathroom.

I feel for this woman, and I think it's time we do more than just blog about this. She needs to be taken off the streets and given the proper care. Just not sure who to even take this matter to??

Anyone have any ideas?

Rigby, ID

2008-11-15T15:20:00.000-08:00

I was driving into town, on Nov. 15th 2008, to walk my dog in the local parks and that's when I saw Marilyn on the side of the Main street trying to get someone's attention.
I live in Rigby, Idaho. Its a small town of about 3000 people.
She was asking for directions to the local hospital which we don't have in Rigby. Then she asked about a place to get copies and a place to eat. She wanted to go to a Chinese restaurant but settled for Subway since we were right near one.
On the way to Subway I asked her how she arrived here and she said a rude bus driver dropped her off in town. She also said she was on her way to Boise Id. I dropped her off at Subway and told her I would be back. I assumed she was going to grab a bite to eat but I noticed a sign on her back and when I asked her about it she said she was a protester and could I direct her to the printers. I told her I would be back and take her there. When I got back from walking the dog she was still sitting in subway and was writing feverishly. I didn't see food so I asked her if she had already eaten and she said she had no money and would I be able to afford a sandwich for her. This is when I started to realize the poor woman was not all there. I got her a sandwich,chips and a drink and I sat with her and read her sign. I couldn't understand what I read. It was a bunch of accusations.
I asked her where she wanted to go and she asked if I could let her stay at my house or if I knew someone that would put her up. I told her I didn't and couldn't and she asked me to drop her off ant the local grocery store because it was busy and she may find someone there to help her.
She then thanked me for buying her lunch and gave me a 3 page copy of her manifesto. She asked my name and phone number, which I gave her and it may show up in the next rendition of her manifesto. She said I was her new white, best friend and to pay close attention to articles 12 and 13 of her manifesto.
As most people have noticed she was dressed in a nice looking beige outfit and a beige raincoat. I noticed her wig was itching her badly.
After dropping her off I went home and read the papers she gave me and gooled like others here and found this site. I have a scan of the papers she gave me if anyone is interested you may write to me at lab_rat15@yahoo.com.

Bozeman, MT

2008-11-13T22:00:00.000-08:00

10pm 11/13 Bozeman. Perkins
4 of us students were taking a study break in Perkins. One of the guys
noticed a professionally dressed black woman walk in, and take her wig
off. I didn't see her walk in, but when I looked, sure enough there was
a bald black woman eating alone. Once she was done doing whatever, she
approached me with the typical hand written photo copied letter you've
been reading about. on the outside was a different note on each one, it
said something like. "Come abuse me in the Blue Sky Motel. Room .....
8:30 tomorrow night. Look for broken door latch and crooked window." We
read parts of the note, but couldn't understand a damn thing. She
reminds me of the old white lady who lives outside of the White House
in DC, wearing an aluminum foil hat and protesting the gvt. Anyways, we
get back to the MSU library, and I noticed a hand written photo copied
note on one of the tables. Apparently she had been there shortly before
us. She never really went into detail about what she was doing. She
never really gave descriptive sentences. It was always something like
"Microwave technology, research it" or "wealthy white women," shit like
that. on one of her notes, she made reference to some of the smaller
Montana towns which surprised me, but I'm guessing she just chose
random towns and I-90 cities. Butte, Bozeman, Terry, Billings, Laurel,
Park City. Then the small rural or indian towns Fort Belknap Lewistown,
Harlowton.

West Yellowstone, MT

2008-11-13T15:13:00.000-08:00

I work at the front desk of the Holiday Inn in West Yellowstone, MT. A older black woman, dressed nicely and seemingly here on a professional visit of some kind, approached the desk. She asked me if my manager was available. I told her that everyone had left for the weekend, including our General Manager. She said, quite forcefully, "You guys are shutting me down again! It's not even 5 o'clock yet!" She then asked me to call my manager on his cell phone so that she could talk to him over the phone. I asked her what it was in regards to and she said, "A civil rights issue." At this point I was starting to pick up an iffy vibe from her, so I told her that I could not call my manager from the front desk because he has Oregon cell phone number and our phones do not dial long distance. She then asked me where he lived. I, of course, declined to share that information with her. I told her again that if she wanted to talk to him, she should come back on Monday. She started to get a bit pushy then and and said, "So, you're trying to tell me that in the event of an emergency you couldn't call him." I then advised her that, while I didn't have long distance codes, other people did and could use them IF there was an emergency. She continued to stand at the front desk and stare at me (at this point I was getting REALLY uncomfortable) and then she pointed at me with this crazy look in her eye. I thought, "Shit. She knows that I'm giving her the run around and she's gonna lose it on me." That wasn't the case, she told me that I was "the woman". I walked away from the front desk to help a co-worker in the back (AND in the hopes that she'd go away) and when I came back she was STILL there. I asked if there was anything else I could do for her and she asked me if I had something to drink. I directed her to the bar and the restaurant down the hall. She then said that she needed to send an e-mail to someone. I told her that she could use the lobby computer if she made it quick. She told me that she's "computer illiterate" and wanted ME to send her e-mail for her. I told her that I couldn't use the internet behind the desk. Again, she stood and looked at me for awhile and then said "Now I know how Martin Luther King, Jr. felt" and walked into the bar.

She stood in the bar for quite some time watching TV, drinking water and eating the bar snacks. From talking to my co-workers, it sounds like she was back there talking about the same kinds of things that she writes about in her manifestos. I had stepped away from the desk to have a smoke break, but stood at the door to the lobby so I could see the desk. She came back into the lobby and spent a long time putting her coat on and then combing her hair, using the glass of the front doors as a mirror. When it looked like she was ready to leave, I walked back into the lobby. I avoided eye contact because I REALLY didn't want to have another staring contest with her. She turned and walked up to me and asked if she could ask me a question. I said yes and then she realized that I was the person she'd already talked to and told me to have a good night and left.

Ten minutes later, a silver Suburban pulls up in front of the hotel and she gets out of the passenger side. She walks up to the desk and hands me a sheet of paper, folded in thirds, covered on front and back with handwriting. She asked me to give it to the GM and then left again.

Being very curious about all of this "Microwave Technology", I decided to Google it and see what happened. That's how I found this blog. I am amazed at how far she's travelled and it seems that she's done it COMPLETELY on the mercy of others. I would be really interested in hearing her real story.

Following is the manifesto that she left with us, verbatim:

(On front)

I want the town of Billings Montana To:

1. Shut the town down, your Microwave Technology.
2. Kill the ghetto off of my travel. The ghetto connection to the police dept.
3. And keep the 15 year microwave abuse oppression offense funds: $900 Million, $800 Trillion and all of the money made on my Microwave Technology 667.

Black church line abuse on both ears. They say that they have always written for me. Hazel Wyman's Raft 207. They say that they are my spiritual directions. My brain, my thoughts, my soul. They write as I write and they travel with a photocopier to control my writing and lobby handouts switching letters. They are readin back to me my old letters. The Black women gave there black men my wash. They look white now.

Activist, lobbyist, Marilyn Gibbs. A One Woman Fight. I am not a married woman. I don't know these Black and White men in the night. Give this letter to someone who will know the process of race separation. White sisterhood for protection to stop the Black Race abuse, Black racism. Black Race owning me to Black Race abuse me for profit. Handing me over to every opposition to racketeer offenses. Black line abuse on every organ to kill me. A life expectancy is on each organ. They have taken every protection off of me that White America put on me. Protocol: even if they kill me the money have to be put back. Don't take Carl Wyman's night private deals. He is from Miami, Florida. A gutter ghetto street Minister Pimp In the Night through the police dept and Salvation Army.

(On back)

White Sisterhood For Protection. My Raft 2257 and Microwave Technology 667.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008. 11:45AM. Billings, Montana. Taxi cab to the bus station via the library to get directions on my travel to Washington, D.C. Give this letter to someone who know the process of race separation. The racketeering rape offense are not worth a dime. Oral sex offense.

Your police dept. is helping Carl Wyman, John Rodwin Ringwald, Howard Warner and Mrs. Kunston Sawyer Rodvain Ringwald To Stalk Me to mental ward me, lock me down to racketeer microwave abuse rape offenses and killings and robberies on wealthy whites. I was leaving the YWCA domestic violence shelter, Billings. I knew the police would be at the bus station but not the library. The ghetto connection to the police dept: Hazel Wyman, Rita Wyman and there Elks organization White Men in the Night. (Pimps, Ministers and Klansmen) IDENTITY THEFT AND FINANCIAL THEFT: $900 million dollors, $800 trillion dollars and all of the money made on my Microwave Technology 667. The 15 year Microwave Abuse Oppression Offense Funds. Domestic Violence organization and the police dept. are brother sister organization to protect women. They are not protecting me.

(In a box off to the side)

A margin offense.
A Howard Warner offense.

We've all spent the evening talking about our Marilyn encounter and now that we've read more information about her, we're all kind of sad that we didn't take the time to talk to her. It really does seem like something horrible happened to her at some point...

Bozeman, MT

2008-11-13T15:07:00.000-08:00

She came into the MSU Library at 6:30-7:00 and tried to hand out her letters to students. She seemed very normal. And she was then asked to leave.

Bozeman, MT

2008-11-13T14:01:00.001-08:00

Marilyn came into the Bozeman, Mt Holiday Inn and asked for 42 copies of her 3 page letter. It had the whole microwave gibberish and stuff on it. She seemed pretty normal, and was dressed well. I wouldn't have thought anything of it except for the strange letter which led me to google her name. And boy was I surprised. Shes famous apparently and sure knows how to get around the States!

Bozeman, MT

2008-11-13T14:00:00.000-08:00

So i am in bozeman and i work as a night auditor Marilyn came to my hotel last night looking for a place to stay. I am not allowed to comp rooms but she seemed like a nice enough woman so I let her stay at my house. She wanted me to help her get her money to cuba and gave me several copies of her manifesto. I am wonderring if she has a family somewhere that need her or are worried she seems to just have had the sense ground out of her by life and she seems so sweet. I hope in her future travels she is alright. Please if you encounter Marilyn just be nice to her.

Billings, MT

2008-11-11T17:30:00.000-08:00

Marilyn Gibbs came into the offices of the Billings Gazette in Billings, Montana at about 5:30 p.m. on Tuesday, Nov. 11.
She was nicely dressed in a beige checked blouse and matching jacket. She gave me 10 copies of a newsletter and requested I pass them out to people who work at the Billings Gazette. She said there was a conspiracy to take her money away from her and she's against microchips. She did not say if she'd been the victim of a microchip assault. She was clean, looked nice and wasn't overbearing. She left quickly. She told me she was from Florida.

Billings, MT

2008-11-11T15:12:00.000-08:00

Marilyn came into the library at Rocky Mountain College with her literature on Tuesday November 11. She was fairly reasonable…odd…but not really anything too bad. She did need quite a lot of assistance looking up things online, using the photocopier, borrowing staples, whiteout, and a red pen. She was working on her literature, which she did hand out to some students and library staff. She asked for donations to pay for additional copies, which we declined, as we don’t even really give free copies to students. She did say one “off” thing to one of the students that made the student pretty uncomfortable, but Marilyn left shortly thereafter so it wasn’t much of an issue. She was pretty well dressed and smelled very strongly of perfume and took her wig off and on several times during her visit. She was just more odd, than anything else. I personally didn’t really have a problem with her.

It had been a while since we had gotten any “characters” in the library though, so I suppose it was time.

Great Falls, MT

2008-11-09T22:22:00.001-08:00

I live in Great Falls, MT, and work at a country club here in town. On the 4th or 5th, a balck woman in her 50's came in w/a suitcase, drank 3 glasses of water, ate a box of crackers, and had a airline ticket in a plastic bag safety pinned to her back. I assumed she was waiting to have lunch w/ a member. Boy was I wrong! She asked the secretary to photocopy a 37 page manifesto that she then tried to hand out to the members. Obviously, being a private club, this was not acceptable. The police were called, but they said there was nothing they could do. Sh left, only to come back 20 min. later in a brown car, and continue to try to hand out her manifesto. Police were called again, and that was the last I heard. Then the secretary googled her name, and all this info popped up! She is truly a tortured soul in need of help, and I help she gets it sooner, rather than later.

Great Falls, MT

2008-11-07T20:28:00.001-08:00

Hi I live in Great Falls MT going to the University of Great Falls... I saw this woman on the side of the road, waving people down and going up to cars and handing out these letters... When she gave me mine she told me "3 black cops" I saw how long the letter was and decided to continue driving to school since i was only 5 minutes away then I read it once I got to class.. It was very hard to read and follow since none of it really made sense... so I googled one of the names mentioned in the letter many times "Carl Wyman" and suprisingly a bunch of stuff appearred! It's amazing to me all the stuff I found on this woman and how "famous" she is almost lmao... But I was just reporting a sighting so people can track her =)

Great Falls, MT

2008-11-07T18:04:00.000-08:00

Hi I live in Great Falls Montana and I have had a recent run in with this woman earlier today... i was confused by the letter she gave me and googled on of the names in the letter and found a whole bunch of stuff on this woman. I thought I would like to let you know since you seem very interested in her whereabouts lol ttyl

Great Falls, MT

2008-11-06T18:17:00.001-08:00

Well, this seemingly crazy lady showed up at our store (Big Bear ) in Great Falls Montana on Nov. 6th 2008 at approximentaly 2:00 PM. Of course we received a copy of her bizarre manifesto. She claimed to be heading to Washington to protest the President before he leaves office. She is clearly not sane. Her writings are of a jumbled nature at best. I do find it interesting that I was able to so quickly find info on her on the web. Hopefully she will find what she is searching for. Also, she seems to hate microwaves. (ovens? transmissions?) After asking for a staple gun and tape, which we declined to give her, she gave us her 3 page manifesto, which she had several of pinned all over clothing, and left. I will probably watch, out of curiosity, her movements on this site now. Very weird indeed.

Havre, MT

2008-11-03T19:46:00.001-08:00

Hello
I encountered Marilyn as a result of one of my professors reporting to me about a bald black man in a dress sitting across from my friend Lydia in the Library on our campus MSU-Northern in Havre Mt.
Intrigued, I went to investigate, as I was walking in the door I saw a black woman scratching her head (wig moving all around) talking to Lydia. Then Lydia pointed pointed to me. Hmmm this was sure to be interesting. Anyhow I work in the campus copy center so this was right up her ally with the letter copying and all. White out and last minute corrections, I made her copies for her and she ate several of our cookies, and stuffed half our kleenex box in her pocket. She was pushy but polite, and having been "blessed" with several pages of her ramblings myself, am convinced she endured a horrible life altering experience that has left her mentally scarred. Who knows, but I am glad to have encountered her, and glad to have been able to help her. I will be interested to follow her story.

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Helena, MT

2008-10-28T18:18:00.000-07:00

So... Marilyn came in to applebees, and passed around a 4 page rambling and incoherent manifesto about abuse and microwave technology 667, in Helena Montana tonight. when i have time i will be happy to transcibe it!

Butte, MT

2008-10-27T19:48:00.000-07:00

Hi, my name is Stephany, and I saw Marilyn today in Butte, Montana. I was at school, Montana Tech of the University of Montana, when she walked over to where I was sitting in our Student Union Building and asked if she could join me. I allowed her to and then, after she sat there organizing papers of some sort, she asked for a dollar and I obliged. After she asked some office workers for a pen and some whiteout she came back by my table with her wig off and layed down two folded up papers and told me thanks for the donation. After that no one saw her on campus for the rest of the day. I was really weirded out so I googled the name circled at the bottom of the second page and found your website. Anyways here are the pages she handed me, thanks.

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Butte, MT

2008-10-26T19:47:00.000-07:00

Marilyn Gibbs was just in Butte, MT last night, October 26 2008, we were at a restaurant and she passed around her papers to everyone in the building

Butte, MT

2008-10-26T18:02:00.000-07:00

Hello,
My name is Kayc and I work as a front desk clerk at the Holiday Inn Express in Butte, Montana. I was working the evening shift on October 26th, 2008 when a strange, African-American woman approached me at the desk asking if we allowed guests to make free copies. I said that we did and she rustled a few papers, asked for some whiteout, and then continued to proofread what had appeared to be a handwritten document. She stood there for awhile and then, upon finishing her editing, gave me her two-page long document and asked me to make her 40 copies of each page! She also had very meticulous instructions concerning the margins and appearance of the text. I had to make several sample copies before she was satisfied with the look of it. While the copies were being made, she asked me to find the email address of a man involved with the Union of Canadian Postal Workers and another email of an activist group in California. I found both emails, but upon looking at these websites more in depth I was directed to pages concerning anarchy, communism, and general anti-capitalist sentiment. I finally gave her these emails and her 80 copies expecting her to leave, but she lingered and eventually wanted me to send the email from the hotel. I said I would and she left in a taxi cab bound for Wal-Mart after an hour. After she left, I contacted one of my managers and told her the whole story. She told me not to send the email and she asked me what her name was and whether or not she was a current guest in the hotel. I didn't know her name, and the only name that appeared on the document (I had a copy of the whole thing because I had made several that were not up to her standards) was Marilyn Gibbs. I looked this name up in the hotel's system and she wasn't a regestered guest at all! Marilyn's clever way of asking for my help and the fact that I am still a novice, led me to believe she was actually staying here as a paying guest. Her document, just like the many I have read about online, conforms to the sensless stream of babble that she seems to be known for. I heard about this website from one of my managers today who decided to research this crazy lady for herself.

Idaho Falls, ID

2008-10-24T19:47:00.000-07:00

My friends and I just saw Marilyn Gibbs on Oct. 24th in Idaho Falls, Id. She passed out her fliers without saying a word to anyone. She had written accounts of "bathroom rape offenses" occuring in nearby Blackfoot Idaho. She also referenced Microwave 667 abuses, Carly Wyman and his prostitutes, and referenced a "they" as controlling her brain. A nurse arrived and ushered her out of the building. She must have made it out of jail from North Platte, Ne. Wonder what happens next.

North Platte, NE

2008-10-15T19:16:00.000-07:00

This was posted on one of our local radio station's web sites in North Platte Ne:

The California woman who hitchhiked then assaulted and robbed a Ruby Tuesday waitress who gave her a ride is nationally known. According to Cpt. Jim Parish with the Nebraska State Patrol, a waitress working at Ruby Tuesday had just finished her shift on Friday when 53-year-old Marilyn Gibbs of Auburn, Calif. approached her.

Gibbs asked for a ride to Hershey and the waitress obliged. However, when they got to Hershey, Gibbs changed her mind, saying she had gotten into an altercation with a New York detective and he had advised her to go to Stapleton.

The waitress took Gibbs to Stapleton, intending to drop her off at a gas station, but as she left the car, Gibbs allegedly assaulted the waitress, pulling her hair and stealing $15 from the center console. The waitress drove home and called law enforcement. A state patrolman tracked down Gibbs, who was standing along Highway 83 trying to hitchhike again.

Parish said Gibbs was arrested for simple assault and robbery, at which time she accused the trooper of murdering Martin Luther King Jr. The patrolman who arrested her said there was no indication that drugs were to blame for her mental condition.

Gibbs had been wandering through North Platte earlier in the day, handing out copies of her personal manifesto. According to the Patrol, Gibbs is homeless and travels throughout the U.S., often with messages from her manifesto pinned to her clothes. She has been the feature of numerous Web sites, having turned up everywhere from New Hampshire to Kansas.

In the news

2008-10-14T20:14:00.000-07:00

As seen on the North Platte Bulletin.

North Platte, NE

2008-10-10T21:11:00.000-07:00

We are a small office supply store in NOrth Platte NE. Marily was here today. One of my co-workers googled the microwave tecnology 667 and we found your web site. We knew she was crazy, but not known all over the USA. Freaked me out! Anyway, she was in NE as of today.

Lawrence, KS

2008-10-03T11:58:00.001-07:00

I just encountered Marilyn in Lawrence, Kansas (although I didn't learn her name until I googled 'Carl Wyman' and found this blog). She said something about a bad black police officer, and told me I was the only person who had ever approached HER.

Actually, I'd seen her approach a car and thought she said something about a "bad-driving police officer," which I found interesting (I've seen and been somewhat annoyed by how fast and recklessly cops sometimes drive, and thought maybe she was taking a stand somewhere along those lines. Boy was I wrong).

She gave me the flyer (which seems to be different than some of the other ones shown on this site; evidently she rewrites and alters her message...). Eventually she asked if I could help her out, and I told her that I had no cash on me. She then asked if I could help her out with plastic for some photocopying she had to do. I politely declined, which she seemed gracious about.

She was wearing a ton of perfume and the 2-sided photocopied sheet she gave me still smells strongly. She didn't seem as crazy as the handout makes her out to be. I was hoping what she'd written would clearly spell out her cause, or at least give some indication thereof, but it seems to be a jumbled, incoherent mess...

Still, I'd like to know more. Is there something there? Was she wronged? Does she need help?

Lawrence, KS

2008-10-03T11:58:00.000-07:00

I just encountered her in Lawrence, Kansas. She said something about a bad black police officer, and needing money for photocopies. She was wearing a ton of perfume and the 2-sided photocopied sheet of paper she gave me still smells strongly. She didn't seem as crazy as the handout makes her out to be. I was hoping what she'd written would clearly spell out her cause, but the madness is definitely in the writing...

Bonner Springs, KS

2008-09-25T23:38:00.000-07:00

I was in a hurry working a service call this evening but had to stop for gas in the small town we live in. About the time I was getting out of the car I notice a rather odd looking black woman walking slowly down the sidewalk in my direction. About the time I was going to swipe my credit card into the gas pump she call out "sir .... sir". I turned to her and she asked me If I could give her a ride to Overland Park, KS. It was a relief to me to be able to politely decline on the basis I was heading for a service call right down the road. She then asked me how long the service call would take and I told her probably a couple of hours. I began fueling the car and expected her to walk away ... instead, she came towards me and handed me a very strange looking flier. I asked her what it was and she turned and walked away without saying a thing. When she turned I saw the same flier pinned to her back. Later in the evening when I arrived home I began reading it to my wife. Even before I was done reading it, my wife had found this blog online.

Warrensburg, MO

2008-09-24T18:26:00.000-07:00

She was in Warrensburg MO last week (as another person
noted), and was in and out of businesses last week passing out her fliers, printed out on copies of pamphlets distributed by our local women's shelter.

Warrensburg, MO

2008-09-24T17:30:00.000-07:00

Marilyn came by my consignment store today in Warrensburg, Missouri. Nothing really interesting happened. She was about to go on a tirade about how the Salvation Army ruined her life but I told her that the store wasn't the proper format for a political discussion and she politely changed the topic. I felt bad since I couldn't give her the handbag and shoes that she wanted but I was able to give her a slight discount on a pair of open towed shoes that she bought for $4 using what she called "white donation money".

She was a bit bossy but more or less polite calmly leaving two copies of her pamphlet on the counter. After reading the pamphlet the term "microwave abuses" stuck with me and out of boredome I decided to google it stumbling upon this website.

Quite interesting to see her travels being documented in this fashion and dispite her potential mental illness it is impressive to see that she has probably seen more things and been to more places than myself.

She seemed well and hopefully things work out for her...

Warrensburg, MO

2008-09-24T11:57:00.000-07:00

I ate at an Applebees in Warrensburg MO, on Wednesday Sep. 24th and she handed out a flyer on an adult abuse center pamphlet. She managed to hand out about three papers before she disappeared. It took me a while to try to decode what she wrote and by the time i read it she was gone. I was a little freaked at first until i found she is all over the internet. Wow, what a traveler.

Rolla, MO

2008-09-18T20:52:00.000-07:00

Today I was walking back from class with a group of people when I noticed a lady standing on the corner handing out fliers. She approached us, handed out the fliers, and we just kept walking by. After skimming through her writing we wondered what exactly she was talking about. So we started walking back to find her and spotted her a block over still handing out her papers. I managed to get a picture of her as I was catching up to talk with her. She was walking with someone now, but I would imagine it was just someone that randomly ran into her like I did. Once I got up close to her I asked her what her paper was all about and she just kind of shrugged me off. If for some reason I see her again later today I'll try to talk to her some more.

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Flora, IL

2008-09-11T13:52:00.000-07:00

Wow! I just met Marilyn! I was walking outside to get in my car to run some errands and there was an older black lady standing across the alley knocking on the church beside our house's door. She had a paper with a bunch of writing safety pinned to her. She was very polite and asked me for a ride to wal-mart. I assumed she was with a church or something. On the way, she explained that she is an activist for womens abuse and was talking about the local policemen and said that she is a victim of womens abuse. She went into detail about some very weird stuff that i didn't really understand, although i tried and how she has had her identity stolen. Almost to Wal-Mart she asked me for a toiletry donation. I didn't have any cash, so I took her into walmart where she bought some necessities. I also gave her some cash. She then asked me to drop her off at the nearest church, which as i figured was closed. I ended up dropping her off at the local library. She said her main goal is to get to Geneva, Switzerland to speak at the United Nations White Women Human Rights Commission but as of right now she's trying to get to Washington and says she can't live peacefully until some guy is in jail. She gave me some of her handouts, with some absoloutely crazy stuff written on it and told me to fax it to the last white woman at the supreme court. She also documented on my copy a hi-jacking at 1:15. I really don't understand the microwave abuse oppression. She told me that she went to a dermatologist to see about having her skin color changed. I wish I could separate the facts and actually understand what she was doing. I could not believe I found what I did on this blog. The paper has Marilyn Gibbs written on it so I decided to do an internet search and I am absoloutely astounded at what i found. Her story is so interesting. I hope she gets all the help she needs. What an interesting encounter. I will be praying for her.

Crawfordsville, IN

2008-09-07T13:51:00.000-07:00

Marilyn was in our Goodwill Store Sunday September 7, 2008 in Crawfordsville, Indiana. She came in and was asking for some free clothing. She also went around the store posting a hand written handout titled "Breaking and Entering on My Wash. John Rodwin Ringwald And Microwave Technology 667. It's a lot of rambling on about microwaves and bleach and rape. Not much else to tell…she walked around the store, spoke to a Team Leader and then left after making a purchase. We haven't seen her since.

Greencastle, IN

2008-09-06T13:51:00.000-07:00

We met and gave her a ride in greencastle, in. She never asked for a donation, but she did give us very similar paperwork to what was described above.

Danville, IN

2008-09-04T20:26:00.001-07:00

Marilyn came to my church/ daycare. She has been here for atleast a week i think and seems to be a nice lady. She came to the church looking for help getting her birth certificate. A co-worker of mine took her to the library in town and she's been seen random places during this week. She was asked to leave the church today and then later we received a letter from her in the mail. The letter was basically the same as all the others. It has a lot of gibberish about microwaves and rape and black police officers who are now white... the disturbing part of the letter was the last sentence... Even if they kill me they still have to return the money. I called our local Sheriff's department and was told that unless she hurts someone they can't do anything. I think its really sad that she's walking around all alone and living in this alternate reality. I feel like we should track down her family members and get the real story on Marilyn. I think its time that we get her some actual help. It seems to me like this poor woman has been drifting around the USA for the past two years believing that people are following her and want to rape and kill her.

Brownsburg, IN

2008-09-04T14:28:00.000-07:00

I work in a small print shop in Brownsburg Indiana, just west of Indianapolis. On Thursday of last week we noticed a lady outside the shop handing out something to passig cars. A bit odd in Brownsburg, but see it occassionally in Indy. We assumed she was affilated with some church. On Friday this lady came into the shop to get some copies made. She was a very polite, well dressed black lady who I again assumed was working with some church. As I waited on Her, she first wanted to make sure I understood that she was an activist, much like Martin Luther King. Only even more so because she is woman and is fighting against technology abuses. She then made sure that I understood that She only had almost $30 and could I help her.She needed 63 copies of 6 different pages.I did a little quick figureing ,came up with around $30 worth of copies and told her I could do for about $20. By now having figured out something wasn't right. I made her copies for her. They had to bee done in the order she handed them to me and after each set was made she very carefully counted the copies and then ripped up the orignals and threw them away. She then gave 2 ten dollar bills one of which had a note written on it. It had a lady's name followed by Davis California, white donation then underneath was scrawled microwave oppression rape. Her pages that I copied are same as what you read here in other entries. She told me before she left that she would only be in town for a couple more hours. She then returned to passing out her letters. I'm not sure at what point she left, we just noticed later in the day that she was gone. I'm not sure how she's traveling or how she came to be in Brownsburg. As she left the shop I encouraged her to "stay safe" she replied "that's the main thing". I hope she does

Danville, IN

2008-08-29T22:14:00.000-07:00

My husband, daughter & I were on our way home to Indianapolis, Indiana from a fun filled weekend at Raccoon Lake. We decided to stop at McDonald's in Danville, Indiana for a bite to eat. After going through the drive through driving slowly through the parking lot we were stopped by a older black lady in a blue dress. If you are familiar w/ Danville Ind. you know there are not that many blacks in this small town if any.

As my husband rolled down the window the lady looked surprised & said, "Oh, you're a white man." He asked, "Can I help you?" She said, "Three black police officers are trying to ruin my life and you can help me by telling ten of your friends." Since I always ride in the back w/ our 4yr old daughter she dropped 10 copies of a letter in our front passenger seat & walked off into the night. My husband started to talk on the phone to his friend in the truck in front of us and I sort of read through the gibberish on the paper. It wasn't actually until today at work that I actually read the whole thing. I have attached copies of both sides of the paper.

The paper she gave us had a standardized welcome letter to the Family Violence Prevention Center of Greene County P.O. Box 271 Xenia, Oh 45385 in the middle of one side. It had her name hand written in the space labeled: Dear______ & was dated August 27 & 28, 2008. (It is written in the exact same handwriting as the rest of the paper).
On the other side was a copy of a TV Channel guide for Regency Inn of Xenia, Oh.

All over the paper top, bottom, & down both sides was lots of crazy gibberish.... It was confusing, sad & disturbing because obviously the person who wrote it may have some mental issues. So I thought to myself what if she is someones loved one who has gone off of her meds & wondered off. Someone may be looking for her? So I decided to Google the name to see if I could find an article about a missing person fitting her description.... and to my surprise I found this website tracking her & tons of similar encounters from all over the country all over the web.

Please someone explain Marilyn to me.

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Zanesville, OH

2008-08-26T18:29:00.000-07:00

I live in Zanesville Ohio and I had a meeting with this woman. I am going to start with this bothers me. Some of the things I have read really honestly bother me. yesterday August 26 2008, we pulled up to a red light to turn right when a decent dressed, fairly clean looking woman aproached the car and asked us for a ride to Columbus Ohio which is about an hour away from here. We told her no and she asked if she would give us five dollars if we would and we told her no. Then she threw some letters in our window and and told us that we needed to make sure that we gave them to the white man so that the white woman can stay on top. I don't understand the whole thing. How did she get to here?? What is she doing??? Is this for real because the letter is very desriptive about some very horrific things and I am very bothered.

Pittsburg, PA

2008-08-23T01:39:00.000-07:00

Hello, I live in Mt. Lebanon, just south of Pittsburgh, PA. Yesterday, August 21, 2008 I was stopped in traffic on my way to work and saw a nicely dressed, older, black woman stopping each car. Thinking she was advertising some sort of church event or looking for donations, I rolled down my window. She was talking fast (since we were at a red light about to change) but said that people had come into her shelter last night, and said "Roll your windows up and lock your car doors.... He likes girls that look like you." And handed me a photocopied flyer, with handwritten writing on both sides, and an Eat N' Park menu. I've attached the flyer. It was very bizarre for this to happen in the super suburban area where I was. I wish I knew what any of this meant. What is "Microwave Weapons Technology"? And what are the "frames" she references throughout the letter. Well, thought I'd share. Email me if you want more details.

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Washington, PA

2008-08-22T10:55:00.000-07:00

Just doing my part to continue the tracking of our favorite "lobbyist". Yesterday Marilyn stopped in Washington, PA where I work as a bartender at TGIFridays. On this particular evening I was working a shift as a server (which is a rarity in and of itself) when around 6:30 a middle aged woman in a blue dress was seated in my section. I say "seated", but as I approached the table, she was standing next to it attempting to organize a large stack of papers tucked into a yellow folder. I introduced myself, and she asked me if I was the manager. I informed her that I was not the manager, but could find one for her as I got her a drink. She politely requested three large glasses of water with no ice. I immediately located my manager and informed him that there was an odd woman seeking his presence. I kept my distance, but watched my manager as he approached Marilyn's table. I could not hear any of their conversation but based on my manager's facial
expressions, I could see he was clearly confused. After a few seconds of dialogue she handed him a folded piece of paper. (I don't have a scanner so I will transcribe what Marilyn had hastily written in messy cursive. With the exception of the check marks, all capitalization/punctuation/spelling is exactly as she had written.)

On the back of what was a folded flier for an abused women's shelter, Marilyn had written:

A Black Police Officer. JOHN RODWIN [5 check marks]
1. Brutality
2. Corruption
3. Through The Black Church
4. He Got Away With My Money
Saying HUSBAND [husband is underlined 3 times]
5. He Looks Like A White Man Now.
6. His 5th Bigamist Wife, Mrs. Ku

She was in the middle of writing this as my manager approached so she didn't quite finish, but I'm guessing she was attempting to write "Mrs. Kurston Sawyer Rodwin Ringwald"

My manager, upon leaving the table, informed me that Marilyn claimed she was the victim of some sort of abuse, and would he kindly donate to her cause by buying her a meal, as she had not eaten today. He told me (and her) that he would buy her meal on the condition that she not speak to any other patrons of the restaurant, and that she leave as soon as she was done eating...she politely obliged.
When I returned to her table with her food, she had used 2 of the glasses of water to hold up a makeshift sign about 2 feet wide by 1 foot high, written on white paper, stuck to cardboard and wrapped in plastic. I did not get a very good look at it, but it was all the same cursive writing as on her handout (I believe it may have been the rest of her manifesto)
She was sipping from the third glass of water, while spraying herself down with what appeared to be perfume, but must have been plain water as it had no smell. She gladly took the food from me, but then proceeded to stand up and move to another table...carrying only her plate and leaving her paperwork behind. When my manager came over to ask her to stay at one table, she became very flustered, quickly gathered her things, and proceeded to walk out of the restaurant BACKWARDS. She continued to walk backwards all the way down the sidewalk and around the building until she was in the parking lot of the restaurant next door, when she turned and walked normal again, leaving all of us dumbfounded in her wake.

It was my manager who actually came across this blog when he googled "John Rodwin", but since our meeting I cannot stop thinking about it. I find her story so twisted and intriguing...my brother actually likened it to a stephen king novel, where so many strangers become intertwined over such an odd and trivial encounter. I hope she finally finds her raft and gets the U.N. to ban microwave technology 667, but in the meantime I can't wait to hear about other peoples' run-ins with Marilyn

Mt Lebanon, PA

2008-08-21T10:54:00.000-07:00

Hello, I also live in Mt. Lebanon and on August 21, 2008 came across the same nicely dressed black lady. She handed me the same items. It was a disturbing feeling. Especially, trying to make sense of what was written on her hand out. I had just dropped my husband off at the trolley and was sitting in traffic when she handed me the flyer and the Eat n' Park menu. What she said to me was that the police had kicked her out of her Domestic Violence woman shelter last night. That's all that I remember her saying and then I drove off. Couldn't make sense of the hand written notes. Kind of look like documentations she had made on different days. It is obviously a woman crying out for help. Sadly, we can't make sense of it.