India, Aug. 25 -- There's a brutal, raw power struggle boiling beneath the sacred soil of Vrindavan and Mathura-where petty, envious pravachankars and self-styled saints swarm the limelight, chasing celebrities, politicians, and transient social clout, all because they're rattled by the irrefutable magnetism of Premanand ji Maharaj. These opportunists spend their lives fathering superficial fame-but ironically, it's they who crawl to Premanand ji, drawn helplessly into surrender by his silent, overwhelming spiritual gravity. These opportunists may parade their knowledge of scriptures and flawless Sanskrit, but it's empty bombast. They lack the one thing that truly matters: heart-deep wisdom. Premanand ji, conversely, uses an everyday lang...