Chances are you were a nice goodly wife (pronoucned WEEF), who just had the ability to see and feel things that other people couldn't. If you had the sense to keep your mouth shut from time to time, you might have been able to slink by during the times of terror. But unfortunately, you had a very particular view on most things--one that didn't coincide with that of the Church Fathers. Even worse, you saw nothing wrong with sharing it with your friends, family, servants, and clergy. If you lived in Boston, you might have suffered the fate of
Ann Hutchinson, who got drummed out of town and founded Providence, Rhode Island as a result.
The real problem, though, is those visions of yours. Chances are, you told Goody Browne's daughter that she was going to marry the blacksmith. Any fool with eyes could see it, but you had to go and cut up an apple and float it in water to convince her. So Goody Browne accused you of practicing the Dark Arts, and here you are in the dunking stool. If you aren't drowned first, you'll probably end up in the gallows. Either way, things don't look good.