Salt Lake City, UT

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.