Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm: Beyond the Doors of Perception into the Dreaming of Earth Paperback – May 3, 2014

So brilliantly insightful and mind-changing that despite some problems, I have to give Plant Intelligence the top rating. It's in my short list of books that have jolted my thinking off its comfortable rails into whole new paradigms.First of all, Plant Intelligence is only sort of about plants. It's also sort of about psychedelic drugs. It's not quite a polemic against human technological progress (though it heads in that direction), and also not quite a theory of living systems. It's poetic, recursive, loosely-structured and passionate, and as a reader I found it challenging and highly rewarding.Buhner lays out in great and scientific detail some little-known characteristics of plant ecosystems and the microbiome of the earth. This forms the basis for the rest of the book, which is a long reverie on the connectedness of all self-organizing systems, among which humanity is absolutely not "supreme" or even in any way special. Plant systems have "brains," and interact with their changing environment by exactly the same means as "intelligent" animal species; the earth itself is a living being responding intelligently to its environment (Buhner cites James Lovelock's Gaia hypothesis throughout the book); and the hubris that has driven humanity to its destructive practices will be no match for Gaia when Gaia shrugs its shoulders and brushes us off.Plant Intelligence was a slow read for me, because the scientific language demanded careful attention, and because I had to keep stopping to quote long, mind-blowing sections to friends and family. First there were vivid images of plant root systems all communicating via the same neurotransmitters our brains use. Then came the unsettling concept that humans aren't the free agents we think we are; we're really just working for the planet. (Bees, Buhner says by way of analogy, think they're collecting honey, and have no idea that they're pollinators).Next came awe as Buhner discussed how human creativity is only a response to the larger system eliciting something it needs from us. While this view says that free will is largely a fantasy, it also says that our creative works--our very lives--do have meaning and power whether or not other humans consciously know it. It abolishes in a single chapter the idea that only fame and fortune can validate our lives.Finally--and in what I felt was the weakest part of the book--Buhner lets loose his "barbarian" diatribe in favor of hallucinogenic drugs and against civilization. After spending some 400 pages building a beautifully spiraling idea structure, he seemed to lose sight of his own core idea, that humanity is just one (disposable) part of nature like all other parts. Instead, he regresses to the conventional notion that humanity and its technologies (particularly cities) are separate and uniquely bad, and that a libertarian, individualistic, back-to-the-land way of human life is somehow inherently "better" than urban life.Throughout the book, I was hoping he'd arrive at the logical conclusion, that cities are organic, natural structures arising in response to Gaia's promptings just as beehives and anthills and biofilms arose; and that the shamanic approach that he favors would apply equally to urban and "natural" environments. I had to sleep on his conclusions before realizing that my view (let's call it urban shamanism) is as likely to be valid as his, even though I haven't written a beautiful, challenging, poetic tome on the subject. Yet.On a final and more mundane note, Buhner's style poses some difficult editorial problems, and it's easy to imagine an editor just leaving most of it alone, but there are dozens of missing words, repeated phrases, and misspellings throughout the (Kindle edition) text that really should have been caught by a competent line-editor. This important book deserves better editing than it got.

Many times in the course of reading Plant Intelligence and the Imaginal Realm I wanted to stop and post my reaction to the book here on Amazon. I resisted the temptation setting myself the goal of responding only when I was finished. And now I have done that.In this book Stephen Buhner proposed to me, in a most personal way, that I undertake my re-education. His single piece of advice was this: Whenever you encounter something ask yourself: How does it feel?So I will say how this book feels. This book feels heavy, not the heaviness of its actual weight, though it is not a short book, but the heaviness the old hippies referred to when they said, “That’s heavy, man.” Importance has its own kind of weight, and the weight of this book settles onto my body, not in any oppressive way but as if it were a fluid of warmth that conformed to every lineament of my physical self. But it was not my physical self that was embraced, it was rather my natural mind; it was, in the end, my heart. For this is a book of love if ever there was one and kindles love in response.It is as if someone nudged me awake from my sleep, gently but insistently. I knew at any moment I could say, “Leave me alone,” and the book would depart. Or I could let it rouse me. The book feels full of arousal, awake for the one who would awaken. So the book feels bright, not dazzling and brilliant in its brightness, not a brightness that causes squinting, but a brightness like the moon, never caustic, but when it is full adequate for many discoveries.The book is as stocked with joy as a spring river with trout. It abounds with an energy of the sort the old prophets felt when stirred by the touch of vision. It is lithe like a big cat moving in the forest; it is a repetitious as the old bardic chants composed of formulae worked and reworked in changing skeins. It has the generosity of the potlatch. It has the humor of clowns backstage taking off their facepaint. It calls as sweetly as the morning doves in my garden, seductive, soft, and hinting of intimacy.Feeling? Mine now on reading it: gratitude. The sense of dedication that breathes through this book touched me, held me as spell-bound as one is held by a great recitation. I love the man who wrote this book though I am not likely ever to meet him. Why? Because this book affirms something in me that needs affirming, seeks to feel affirmed. I feel I am in the presence of a true friend.Listen, I am 73 year old. I have a PhD in literature from Harvard. I taught in the academic world Buhner describes. AND I have had those experiences in my life which opened the doors of perception. But I have never quite found a guide to the heart of the earth. If I could only hand down to my children one book from all the books I have read, it would be this book. It is like a map---though not the territory---a golden thread through the labyrinth.Feel? it’s the feeling of having listened to a great song sung by a someone who has come back from a long journey with the wish to inspire me to travel there on my own.

I'm not even a quarter of the way through the book but wanted to write a review because I can't imagine this book losing stars as I continue to read... it's amazing!This book is so fascinating, in fact, I changed my syllabus a week ago to incorporate it into the curriculum. The students have browsed the book on Amazon and are already obsessing. We'll be reading it during our Shamanism + Plant Medicines unit in a "Poetry, World, and Spiritual Though" course. It fits in oh-so-perfectly.The writing style is multi-disciplinary, poetic, scientific, humorous, and curious. It's hard to read quickly, but you don't want to. It's the type of book that encourages meditative reverie and personal contemplation. Since my students come from all backgrounds (pre-med majors, liberal arts, architects, musicians, etc.) I think this book is a fantastic choice because there is truly something in it for everyone. The tone is welcoming and light but PACKED with hard-core information & observations about humans and our placement within an intelligent structure much grander than our mere selves.Like I said, I'm not even a quarter of the way through, so maybe the book will take a sharp turn and disappoint me, but I seriously doubt that.

I spent a week learning from Stephen Buhner after I had read all his books. I wasn't prepared for what his personal energy would bring. He made the hairs stand up on our arms! He created a cool wind on our necks. He made a vibe happen - everyone felt it deeply. He was as close to a warlock as I will ever know. Rest in peace, Stephen. You are a genius, an elder and wonderful being. You taught me the things about plants that come from inside of me, that I didn't know were already here. Thank you.