Several years ago I was visiting my sister, Lani, in Arizona. She and her husband, Doug, lived in the Verde Valley near Cottonwood. The Verde River makes a thin ribbon of green through an otherwise desolate land, and their house was quite close to the river. I was on leave from the Air Force, and I had once lived in nearby Cottonwood myself where I still had a few friends. We all stayed up quite late catching up with one another. When it finally came time for bed, Lani and Doug retired to their room and I stretched out with a blanket on the couch. I fell asleep almost instantly.
I don’t know how long I slept, whether only a few minutes or several hours. I woke up but found myself unable to move. I couldn’t even swallow. I was conscious of a terrible fear and an evil presence in the room. Though my eyes were closed, and I was conscious of being in a dreamlike state, no dream I have ever had before or since was as vivid as this experience. I saw gray mongrel dogs running around the room and barking. They ran furiously, slavering with their teeth bared. One great brute leapt up on my chest and stood with its fangs only inches from my throat, growling and barking. I knew that these creatures were demons. I also knew with perfect certainty that if I could just say the name Jesus, I would awake, and they would be gone. I struggled vainly for what seemed several minutes to make my vocal cords and lips obey me. Finally, I was able to croak out the word Jesus. Despite the effort it had cost me, it sounded little more than a whisper to my own ears. Nevertheless, it was enough to wake Lani and Doug.
They both came in full of concern and wondering what had happened. I told them what I had experienced, and we spent the next several minutes praying together and casting out the demons. After a while we were once more at peace and everyone went back to sleep. I have not had any similar experience since that time. Once before, I had had the sensation of paralysis on waking, but it had not been accompanied by snarling dogs or such fear, though I did have a fear that I was dying and did wake myself by calling out to Jesus.
I have since learned that about 40% of people have had similar experiences. The condition is called sleep paralysis and occurs either while falling asleep or while waking. It is believed that paralysis is a normal and necessary part of REM sleep (that stage of sleep accompanied by rapid eye movements and vivid dreams). It keeps the dreamer from physically reacting to the dreams. Occasionally, however, the person’s conscious mind awakens without leaving the dream state or the sleep paralysis. Lucid and compelling as this explanation is, it does nothing to shake my belief that we were visited by demons that night. Why not?
To answer, let me go back to Jesus. The gospels tell many stories of Jesus healing people by casting out demons. Whether this should be understood in modern terms as dealing with psychological problems I do not know. However it might appear to us, Jesus and those who wrote about him clearly understood demons—evil spiritual beings—as directly responsible for certain maladies. There were demons that caused blindness, deafness, muteness, epileptic seizures and other illnesses. Jesus healed them by commanding the evil spirit to come out. In every case the demon obeyed (often with startling shrieks or other demonstrations), and the afflicted person was fully cured.